A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 912

He then scooped her up into his arms and carried her straight to the bed. "Get a good sleep. Don't think about anything."

He knew he couldn't push her too hard right now.

Starla thought he would leave after putting her down, but instead, the man climbed onto the bed next to her.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

Fairfax paused as he reached for the blanket. "What?"

"You don't have to think about using me to threaten Herbert. You saw it yourself—I'm not that important to him."

Hearing those words, Fairfax’s mind instantly buzzed.

Even though he had told himself over and over before she arrived that it didn't matter!

He would accept whatever harsh things she said.

He had even mentally prepared himself to be broad-minded.

But right now, her words weren't just harsh...

Worse, in her heart, his character had completely soured!

In the past when they were together, she never would have thought he'd use her. But now, that was exactly what she believed.

"You are my wife, and you actually think I'm using you to threaten him?"

"What else?" Starla shot back. "I'm not naive anymore!"

"You practiced those lines for a long time, didn't you?" She arched an eyebrow at him.

"Practice?"

"You never used to talk this affectionately."

It was true; Fairfax had never spoken like this.

Even recently, when he kept pestering her.

He didn't sound like this over the phone. Why the sudden change?

It had to mean he wanted something—he had an ulterior motive!

Watching his face darken, Starla let out a dry laugh. "Hah!"

"Men really can change anything about themselves when they want something."

So, even if she was deliberately saying these things to provoke him, he would stick to his shameless tactics.

Hearing the word "wife," Starla didn't even have the energy to argue with him anymore.

It was probably just like he said...

He was just being shameless!

"Go to sleep. I'll step out."

Fairfax reached out and rubbed the top of her head, knowing she definitely wouldn't sleep with him in the room.

He had no choice. For now, he just wanted her by his side. As for anything else, he wouldn't force it.

...

Coming out of the room.

Fairfax didn't leave immediately. Instead, he closed the door, leaned against the wall in the hallway, and lit a cigarette.

Looking out at the distant sea, he felt an increasing irritability.

Amos walked over and saw his heavy expression. "Your wife is finally here. Drop the long face, will you?"