Chapter 43

LONDON

We finally arrived at the European-style cottage. It was prestigious. It reminded me of a countryside farmhouse. The entry began with a beautiful fountain made of bricks. The entire home was thoughtfully designed with large stained glass windows, limestone walls, beamed ceilings, and wood doors.

Behind it were brick pathways, a fire pit, and a pool. The lush landscape and trees enhanced more privacy.

In a few hours, the sun would rise, and I was exhausted. I hadn’t napped since our wedding, and I would grow horns if I couldn’t get enough sleep.

As soon as the caretaker left, I went to the room. The bedroom was all white, except for the curtains and rug, and it looked cozy and exquisite.

I went to my luggage so that I could change. I noticed Striker enter the room.

“So we’ll just pretend that we’re okay.”

“We’re okay,” I replied shortly. “I’m exhausted.”

“Me too. I feel like I could sleep the entire day.” He came from behind, wra