Chapter 93

Theodore

Natalie’s words hurt Theodore to the extent he had not imagined. He was waiting for a moment to strike, but things were moving too fast.

First, he had seen that mark on Natalie’s neck, and he had been furious. Did she really get so soon in Jacobs’ bed?

The images of her writhing beneath him made Theodore afraid of closing his eyes. He wanted to push those thoughts away.

When he had seen her on the dance floor, there was no mistaking their closeness. She was moving effortlessly, and Jacobs’ face in her shoulder didn’t seem to bother her.

Even when their eyes had met, she didn’t seem guilty at all. Was it all Theodore’s imagination that he had felt Natalie’s care growing for him? Was it a lie what she had muttered in her sleep? Did she not even like him as a human being, because the way she was crushing his heart, it was inhuman.

When she told him that Jacobs wanted to marry her, Theodore couldn’t just let the words slide. How could he? He wanted the woman to be his bride and y