But Chloe Bishop didn't leave. Facing Xavier Grayson's fury, she clutched the blanket tightly to her chest, her voice resolute. "We're legally married now. Starting today, I'm sleeping here."
Xavier Grayson looked at the woman before him—pale-faced, eyes red from crying. He'd expected her to make a scene, maybe even threaten to kill herself. He never thought she'd say something like this.
After sleeping with him, she'd actually grown bolder—daring to demand she sleep in his room. Who gave her the nerve?
A cold, cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Eager for real power already?"
Chloe Bishop lifted her pale face, her eyes steady as she met his gaze. "I don't want real power. I only ask for basic respect. I'm your wife, not your hired nanny."
A mocking, dangerous glint flicker
