Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 186

His question came so suddenly, it left Edith completely stunned.

“What did you say?”

Under the warm, golden light, Justin’s hair seemed to glow with hints of chestnut. From this angle, his lashes looked impossibly thick.

But all his attention was on her knee.

“I asked if your knee hurts. Didn’t you hit that bastard with it?”

It was only then that Edith remembered what had happened back at Northcrest

Tower.

“You even know about that?”

Justin’s gaze lingered on her knee, and the memory of what he’d seen on the security footage twisted something inside him, sharp and painful.

How dare that bastard?

He’d blocked Edith’s path, forcing someone as gentle as her to resort to kneeing him just to get free…

Justin’s jaw tightened. “If I hadn’t found out, were you just never going to tell me?”

Steam curled through the bathroom, softening every edge. Edith wondered if she was imagining things, but somehow Justin’s voice sounded almost…hurt.

No, it must be her imagination.

Probably just the steam making her ears fuzzy, making her hear things that weren’t there.

She gave a sheepish little shrug. “It wasn’t anything good, so I didn’t see the point in bringing it up.”

The mere thought of Beckett was enough to ruin her mood. There was no need to let someone like him spoil Justin’s as well.

Justin looked up, his gaze bright and misty with emotion.

He stared at her, steady and earnest. “Do you know what marriage means? It means sharing everything–good or bad.”

Edith nodded, though she only half understood why he was so serious.

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But agreeing with Justin always felt like the right thing to do.

When she nodded, his attention slipped back to her knee.

Edith glanced down, too. Her skin looked pale and unblemished.

She shook her head. “It doesn’t hurt. Maybe I hit him too hard at the time, but now I can’t feel a thing.”

The way she brushed it all off made Justin want to smile, but underneath, a

slow–burning anger simmered. He couldn’t quite let it go.

He squeezed a bit of body wash into his hand. “Well, if it doesn’t hurt, let me give it a good clean.”

Justin gently massaged her knee.

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