CHAPTER 58: EMMA

Liam seems more way into character today.

I know I didn't overthink or stretch things from the way he looked at me before the vineyard tour.

He was literally taking me in, eyeing me from head to toe, so deliciously, that my body felt hot, and even now and then he kept sneaking glances at me. When he does this, he confuses me.

I know I shouldn't expect anything, this is a contract marriage after all, which will end sooner or later, but these damn signals, and these feelings in my chest I can't explain.

He's defended me twice already in front of his scary mother, Isabella Caruso, the Italian Money Maven, in the most honorable ways possible.

The last time he defended me, during the tour, I wanted to stop time and jump into his arms, to kiss him 'cause he looked so fucking hot at that moment. He knows how to put me in heat.

At this point I don't know how long I can suppress these hot feelings, even now as I sit in my room, I can't help but wonder how Liam's feeling, what he's thinking of