**Aria POV
“My son seems to have grown fond of you,” Henry said one night.
I was administering his treatment and collecting blood samples for further investigation into his disease.
“Does it seem that way?” I asked, trying to pass as clueless.
Henry could see right through me, of course, and laughed.
“There is no need for secrecy, Aria,” he chuckled. “You and I are not really married, seeing as how the certificate states that I am married to Arianna Avaroux. However, I must implore you to be careful; this charade must still be maintained for a while longer.”
“I’ll keep my guard up,” I assured him, seeing no reason to lie anymore.
I packed up my things and bid him goodnight. Exiting the room, I ran into Noah, who was waiting in the hallway.
“You know you can go in and see him from time to time,” I said to him, making my way back to my office.