Chapter 8

Claire put down her phone, feeling dazed.

Back when she graduated middle school, her uneducated parents in that remote mountain village were about to sell her off to pay for her brother's bride price.

If it hadn't been for someone willing to sponsor her education, she probably would have lived out her days in those mountains.

As she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Dashiell who had just finished showering.

Water droplets trickled down his neck, disappearing into his open bathrobe.

He was sitting awkwardly on the couch with his legs crossed. Seeing her enter, he made a show of adjusting his robe and running a hand over his chest.

Now Claire understood why he kept "accidentally" bumping into her lately, spilling coffee on himself, and asking for her help when he got drunk - it was all to seduce her!

It seemed he was running out of patience.

"Do you dislike me?"He pinned me against the wall, his warm breath tickling my ear.