Chapter 9
Butler Clark was stunned.
His wife? Did he hear that correctly? His aged hands trembled slightly as he turned to Earl, who had just walked in.
"Did young master mean it? She's his wife?" Clark asked, his voice tinged with disbelief and excitement.
Earl nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Yes, it's true. Although it was a forced marriage, I think Mr. Harris likes her more than he realizes."
Clark frowned. “He does?”
“I’ve never seen him act this way toward any woman before,” Earl murmured, his gaze shifting toward the staircase. "She’s the only exception."
If there was anyone who could melt the iceberg known as Alex Harris, it might just be Eve.
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Upstairs The Master’s Bedroom..
The door slammed shut with a resounding thud.
Eve barely had time to catch her breath bef
