Chapter 103

“What if you find you don’t want it to end in a month’s time?”

Her eyes glittered with dry amusement but its meaning eluded him. What did she find so funny? “I don’t have long relationships with any man any more, Sebastian. I certainly won’t be having one with you.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s not what I want.”

Sebastian decided to play the only trump card he held in his hand at the moment.

“Then why did you ask me to marry you for your prize?”

She almost spilled her wine. After her initial knee-jerk reaction she just sat there, frozen with shock, whilst he fished the sheet of notepaper out of his trouser pocket and handed it over to her. She put down her glass, a bit clumsily, then stared down at the clearly outlined words that she’d written with her own hand.

“Very clever,” she muttered, then crumpled the piece of paper into a small ball.

“Well?” he prompted impatiently when she declined to say any more. “Care to explain that to me?”