Damien's pov
For a moment, I wanted to challenge her, to make her take back those words.
But as I watched her, so composed and almost defiant, the irritation cooled and reshaped itself into curiosity.
Understanding flickered in her eyes, and I found myself studying her with reluctant interest.
Aria was rough-edged yet steady, her quiet pride refusing to bend.
I wondered how long that composure would last once we were under the same roof, playing at being husband and wife.
The thought drew a faint, satisfied curve to my lips.
"Fine," I said casually, leaning back in my chair."Since this is a contract marriage, I won't force you into anything. But don't expect me to stop seeing other women."
Aria snorted."Stop you? I couldn't care less."
"Good."
She reached fo
