CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

JESSICA'S POV.

Daniel walked in while I was watching TV in the living room, dressed in his signature work suit and looking like he just stepped out of a movie. I got up quickly, feeling guilty about being caught slacking. Truth was, I'd started to get confused about my roles in the house. I was the maid, sure but I was also the fake fiancee and wife to be. Was I still supposed to bust my ass working?

Daniel kind of answered my question by not talking about it. Instead he sat down on the couch across and threw his jacket down to the couch, giving a tired sigh.

I felt unsure of whether to walk away or sit where I was so I asked, "ugh ... Do you want to be alone right now?"

Daniel's head shot up and he looked straight at me with an emotion I couldn't read in his eyes. "No. You can stay. In fact I had something I wanted to talk about."

I pursed my lips and carefully sat back. "What's up?"

"Well I ... Ugh ... I wanted to uhmm..." He trailed off, shook his head and continued like he thought