Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ novel Chapter 80

Too sincere Aren wasn’t fond of the idea even after an hour of convincing by Jack, but eventually, he gave up as he realized that it truly might have been our only chance. Of course, I suggested that I could also try to hack his email account or his phone, but then I heard a loud and firm “no” coming from Aren and Jack simultaneously.

“Even if we are doing it for the right reasons, we are still committing a crime here. We are going to plant a bug in a federal agent’s office, and if something goes wrong, we are all going to prison for it,” Jack warned.

I knew that Aren was prepared to risk his own future for the sake of getting his revenge, but he was also unwilling to risk mine. But I chose to join his war willingly, and if there was a tiny chance that I could help, then I was going to do it. Our entire conversation ended up in planning how to put a tap in Lester Packton’s office. We merely mentioned the recording that I had found in the Wintons’ mansion, indicating that Aren’s father had planned to murder his mother, Lan Liling. We knew that Jack would have gladly taken the case… if he hadn’t been suspended. Unfortunately, taking care of former Police Chef Richardson and James Winton would have to wait until Jack had become clear of all charges… “I’m going to teach you self-defense starting tomorrow. Take some comfortable clothes with you to the office; we will practice after work,” Aren grunted as we walked out of the coffee shop. “Aye, aye, Sir.” I saluted with a teasing grin on my face.

Aren glared at me. I guess he was still pissed at me for not having things the way he wanted. On the other hand, I was proud of myself that I was courageous enough to put myself out there for another mission, even though I was shaking inwardly as I thought of what I would have to do…

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I slept soundly that night without Aren and woke up refreshed. I rushed to the kitchen and prepared breakfast while cheerfully humming. Unlike me, Aren looked as if he hadn’t slept at all that night. He was pale and grumpy. When I looked into his haggard eyes, I saw concern and… fear. I tried to ignore it, but once it didn’t disappear after another few minutes of our breakfast, his nerves had become infectious.

“Would you like some more coffee?” I asked, smiling at him.

“Why are you doing this, Cora?” Frustration surfaced in Aren’s words. I chuckled nervously. “Why what? Why am I asking if you want more coffee?” He frowned. “Why do you want to help me? This isn’t your fight. I don’t want you to risk so much for me…”

Now, I was becoming pissed. I glared at Aren, crossing my arms. “First of all, it is my fight. I was the one kidnapped and hit by this guy that we are after. Furthermore, I was the one who

testified and found evidence against Callan, and I am partially responsible for his death. And that makes me partially responsible for Jack’s suspension as well. As you can see, I’m not doing this entirely for you, so don’t flatter yourself too much.” “I’m sorry…” Aren muttered, lowering his head. I glanced at him, confused. “What are you sorry for?”

He suddenly grabbed my hand, sending a wave of shivering across my body. “I was aware of the danger that involved being with me, and I thought that I could protect you, but I couldn’t. “He looked at me with eyes filled with guilt. I swallowed hard as all kinds of emotions rushed through me. “Do you regret marrying me?” I asked softly.