Isabella Lane didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty.
She honestly had no clue why he’d flicked her forehead. All she did was drop a hint that he ought to make it up to her.
What a cheapskate. He always made her handle all the messy stuff, but when it came to giving her something in return, he never followed through. Fine, she decided, she’d stop doing him any favors. She’d just sit back and watch his admirers circle around him. He was the one who’d get annoyed, not her.
Ethan looked a little stung by her words. He pressed his lips together, then asked quietly, “Did it really hurt that much?”
She shot him a look. “You cried out like a pig when I bit you. You know what pain feels like, so why wouldn’t I? I’m human too, you know.”
He stared at her for a few seconds, but he didn’t apologize. Instead, he went right back to their earlier conversation.
“So you’re saying you suffered a big loss. Do you want money for it?”
“I never said that.”
Ethan’s tone was cool. “I’ve already given you ten million as startup money. That’s more than your allowance for a few years.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me to pay it back? Or do you plan on deducting it from my allowance?”
“Why would I take it back? You’re my wife. Husbands earn money, wives spend it. That’s normal.”
Ethan lifted his teacup, finished what was left, and started rolling the empty cup between his fingers. His voice was smooth and warm as it drifted over to Isabella.
He really was good-looking. When he wasn’t acting all cold and distant, even his voice was addictive. Anyone who fell for a nice voice would be a goner after hearing his.
“I won’t ask you to pay back the ten million,” he said, “but since I treat you like my wife, shouldn’t you do your part and act like one? Maybe keep an eye on your husband, so no one tries to steal him away.”
Isabella made a face. “No one can steal you. Why should I worry?”
“They’re driving me crazy.”

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