A week had passed before I could finally see the face of my fake husband here, Evan. He was a college student in the pack and wore a light colored shirt with trousers. A sweatshirt hung on his shoulders as he casually walked inside my temporary house.

His dark eyes stared at me, and he smiled politely. You must be Bella. He put his hand forward in an intention to shake his hands with mine. Pleasure to meet you.

I was cleaning the kitchen at that time before I could head off to ...