“I’ll find out who’s framing you even if I have to burn down the whole city,” I muttered, and she closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, she said, “I’m not your enemy. You should trust that.”
“Baby,” I called in a low tone. “I trust you.”
“Even if my actions speak otherwise,” I added.
“Your trust in me is all I need. It’s enough,” she answered.
I brought my hand to her waist. “I just need a little patience, Alina.”
She nodded.
This is all I need.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Alina’s POV
For the first time, I woke up in Konstantin’s bed. It felt good. No, it felt wonderful. I sat up slowly, pulling the covers along. I woke up like a wife who woke up in her husband’s bed.
But in the same time, I reminded myself that I wasn’t just a wife. I was a wife under suspicion.
Okay, enough of that.
His room was much larger than my large room. It was the master bedroom in a manor, after all. But it was also surprisingly neat. The few containers and tubes on the table to the left were neatly organized. I got off the bed, hugging myself as a cool breeze hit my skin. I walked into the doorless closet to the far right and, after browsing through jacket after jacket, I took out a navy blue T-shirt and wore it. As expected, it fell close to my knees. I turned around to leave, but changed my mind. The black leather jacket beside the collarless brown one seemed to be calling my name. So I took it.
I made the bed and left the room.
Just as I opened my door, I heard, “Where are you running to?”
Konstantin.
Tossing the jacket onto the bed, I turned around to find him leaning against his office door.
“I wasn’t running,” I countered.
He left the door and came towards me, his eyes on my borrowed outfit.
“What were you doing, then?” he questioned, his hands on my waist.
“Going to my room,” I answered, bringing my hands to the hair that had escaped to his forehead and moving it to theside. “I didn’t know you were working in your office here. I assumed you had left home.”
“I have so much to sort out,” he answered, claiming my lips in a quick kiss. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I replied, rising on my tiptoes to kiss him again.
“I can see how much you’re busy with. Stress is written all over your face,” I revealed.
“Maybe your presence will make things easier,” he said in a low tone.
“What do I know about records and files?” I uttered, chuckling.
“You don’t have to do anything. Let’s go.”
He took my hand, and we went into his office. I led the way to his desk.
“All this is about Vitya?” I inquired, taking in the several papers scattered across it.
