Chapter 16

LONDON

After our yogurt dinner together, I couldn’t even look him in the eye anymore.

I was ashamed. Striker was a good man, and my father handpicked him for me for some reason, and he was okay with it—it was too good to be true.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been awfully silent.” He sent me to the guestroom, opening the door for me. “Is the room okay?”

“I should check in at the suite if I want a 5-star treatment, Cade. You’ve been nothing but kind and hospitable to your unwanted guest.”

He smiled at me. “You’re not my guest anymore, Vanderford. You know that.”

I took a deep breath and looked up when my eyes stung again.

“No more crying. We will figure it out together, okay?”

“I came here to discuss my father’s ridiculous arrangement with you. You can’t do this. This marriage life is not the life that you want. Please, do something. Try to reconsider and change your mind.” I held his arms tight as I looked him in the eye, but nothing could per