Adeline's hatred for him wasn't exactly to this extent when they'd newly been forced to get married, but the more she woke up to him every day, the more she hated him. He was no different from his father. They were the utter example of the phrase, 'like father, like son'
But Caesar... With him, everything was different—a whole dissimilar case.
When she'd made a deal with this man, she didn't think things would come to this point. Never for once did she think there would come a day when she would lay in bed with him, in his arms, as if they were a married couple.
Adeline's eyes fluttered rapidly at the thought of this, and she halted caressing his jaw. Her face contorted into an unsure frown, and she proceeded to retract her hand, but to her surprise, Caesar took hold of it, startling her.
He blinked his eyes open, those forest-green orbs peering directly at her. "Why did you stop?" was his first question.
