Chapter 72. You Are My Wife!

Dean’s cutlery dropped, “Excuse me?” his eyes darted in the direction of the pianist, although the man could probably not hear us from that distance.

And when I took a peek at him, he seemed enraptured by his music. 

“Why did you kill the influencer?” I repeated.

I did not believe what Colt said earlier. If he was gullible enough to believe his brother, I wasn’t.

Dean gently picked up his fork again, “That’s a bad joke, Olivia. Let’s not ruin the moment.” 

His eyes closed now, head slowly swaying to the tune from the piano. 

I stared at him till he opened his eyes and caught me watching him.

“Do you really want to talk about this?” He carefully laid his fork and knife on the table. 

“Yes.” My eyes darted to the wall clock. 

It has been ten minutes since the call with my aunt. The box should be here in another ten.

“You really shouldn’t be throwing accusations around.” He placed his elbows on the table and