Zavier’s expression didn’t change, he didn’t say anything either, listening intently.
“Do you believe I love you?” Shaira asked slowly, she needed to clear this up before she moved on.
Zavier glanced at her. “I do, unless you tell me otherwise.”
Shaira’s sigh of relief made her shudder lightly. “I might have gone to the soiree because I was trying to find a rich husband but I accepted to marry you because I fell in love with you.” She said earnestly, her heart in her eyes.
Honestly the reason she had even agreed to follow him back to his mansion without having a single idea of who he was other than his name was because she had felt that pull towards him ever since the first time she caught sight of him.
She wouldn’t have done that with anyone else.
“I know that.” Zavier said seriou
