Chapter Thirty-Three
‘It did for me.’ Hugh just looked at the stranger who stood in Emily’s shoes, a complete different person from the one who had woken up in his arms. ‘Do you know why I didn’t try anything last night?’ Hugh said, and when Emily didn’t answer, he did. ‘Because I didn’t want you regretting it in the morning.’ ‘I don’t regret it,’ Emily said, ‘but neither do I want to repeat it. We had***, Hugh. As you said, being your fake girlfriend comes with the occasional perk.’ ‘Why does it have to be fake?’ Emily couldn’t actually tell him that without breaking down so she gave a brief shrug, and it incensed him enough not to even attempt to argue. Instead, he gathered his things. ‘I’ll let you get on with your holiday, then.’ The peace she craved had finally been delivered yet it wasn’t so pleasa
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