Chapter 30. Gently, Roseanne

Roseanna's pov

I strode into Aryan's room. I had already showered, and I caught him brushing his smooth hair properly to the side as he sat opposite his vanity. It was better than my old vanity that I had back home. He was living in total luxury and I couldn't enjoy myself for 100 days that I'm supposed to be his contract wife without thinking that I don't belong here.

"Help me comb my hair," Aryan said 

"I hate that your father is watching you. You honestly would have been so occupied with your laptop to even think of messing around with me," I muttered and got a funny reaction from him.

"Why are you looking at me like that? " I said as I caught his words staring at me through the mirror

"You're right, I would have been busy with my laptop, but you should consider it a blessing that I find you interesting to mess around with," Aryan said

"You're such a jerk," I muttered and dragged his hair with the excuse that I was combing it

"Gently