The Fake Heiress And Her Obsessive Fiancé Chapter 02
I didn’t go looking for Wesley. Instead, I went home early.
But just as I arrived, Wesley came back too.
Hearing movement in the entryway, I instinctively looked up.
Our eyes met. For a split second, Wesley looked guilty, like he wanted to avoid my gaze—but then he forced himself to hold it.
He lifted his chin, raising his voice deliberately. “Cristina, that’s right. I went out messing around with Shawn and the others today. I smoked. I drank.”
Unlike before, I didn’t argue with him.
I only murmured a faint “Okay,” then stood up and headed toward my room.
“Cristina…”
Wesley strode over and grabbed my wrist.
His deep eyes fixed on me, something restless flickering beneath the surface. “Did you hear me? I said I smoked and drank today.”
“I know.” I looked at him calmly. “You don’t have to tell me. As long as you’re happy.”
“Come on, Cristina.” The corner of his lips lifted slightly, and there was confidence in his tone. “I know you’re still mad.
“It was my fault for not going to that dinner party with you last time.
“You’ve ignored me for three whole days.”
“No, I didn’t…”
Before I could finish, Wesley cut me off. “I’ll let you be on top tonight. How’s that?”
As he spoke, he started unbuttoning his shirt.
His body was undeniably impressive—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, solid muscles that moved under his skin.
I’d spent plenty of nights enjoying that view.
He caught my wrist and pressed my hand against his abs.
Then he turned his face away with a proud little huff, the tips of his ears gradually flushing pink.
“Consider yourself lucky. You can do whatever you want with me tonight.”
I glanced at the date and suddenly remembered. Today was the day we had scheduled for sex.
Usually, I was the one who had to remind him.
But tonight, Wesley seemed almost frighteningly proactive.
“Wesley, I’m not in the mood tonight.”
After saying that, I quickly ran back to my room.
The next day, I slept until noon.
Wesley, surprisingly, hadn’t gone out.
He was sprawled on the sofa, lazily scrolling through his phone.
When he saw me come out of my room, he put the phone away, coughed softly, and spoke in an offhand tone. “Cristina, didn’t you say the clothes in your closet are all outdated? I’m free today. I can go shopping with you.”
“No need. I’m meeting Flossie.”
I refused without thinking.
“That’s enough, Cristina. How long are you going to stay mad?”
Wesley strode over and grabbed my wrist, a slight frown forming between his brows.
Pressing his lips together, he said impatiently, “I’m already giving you an out here. Or are you saving it all up so you can run to Grandpa next time and tell on me again?”
So that was why he’d been acting so strange.
To be fair, I had done that plenty of times before.
“Relax.” I waved my hands quickly. “I won’t anymore. Honestly, I really did control you too much before.
“The three rules I made? They’re all canceled now. From now on, do whatever you want. I won’t interfere in your life anymore.”
“Really.” Afraid he wouldn’t believe me, I raised my fingers. “I swear.”
“Cristina, you…” Wesley stared at me in disbelief. His eyes slowly filled with a thin sheen of moisture.
His eyes reddened, his chest rising and falling sharply.
Finally, he turned his face away coldly, his voice stiff. “Fine. Whatever you want.”
The next second, the door slammed shut with a loud bang.
I stood there, stunned.
What exactly was he angry about?
I met Flossie at a café and told her everything about my real identity.
Flossie froze for a long moment before finally reacting.
“So you think you and Wesley will break off the engagement, and that’s why you stopped controlling him like before?
“But have you ever considered that Wesley might actually have feelings for you and wouldn’t call off the engagement so easily?”
“Wesley doesn’t like me.” I tugged at the corner of my mouth in a self-mocking smile. “Just last week, he said it himself.
“That’s when I realized… how much he actually hated being engaged to me.”
