Matthew walked up to Olivia and naturally wrapped his arm around her slender waist. Although Olivia didn't push him away, she turned her face slightly. "I have a few questions."
"Go ahead."
"Why did you disguise your identity?"
Matthew looked into Olivia's eyes, his expression calm. "You never seemed to care about my identity."
Olivia pursed her red lips. Indeed, over the past three years, she had never been curious about him, nor had she cared. Even though they often slept together, she knew nothing about his daily life. "You knew from the beginning that Steven and I weren't really married?"
Matthew casually brushed a strand of Olivia's hair. "I'm not interested in other people's wives."
"When did you find out?"
"That night at the Black Horse Club. You were drunk and noisy all nigh
