Lines Begin to Blur

After the gala, something shifted between them.

Emma couldn't forget the way George had looked at her when she defended their marriage. For the first time, he seemed... intrigued.

The next morning, she found a gift box on the dining table.

"What's this?" she asked, holding it up.

He didn't even look up from his laptop. "A dress for the charity event tonight. Wear it."

She bristled at the demand but opened the box anyway. Inside was a stunning, deep red gown—expensive, elegant, and her exact size.

She glanced at him. "How did you know my measurements?"

His lips curved slightly. "I know everything about my wife."

Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly looked away.

This was just a contract.

Nothing more.

Right?