MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 25

Ann’s POV

What Isabel said to me at the party, my impulsive decision to hug Vince, and Ryan’s pre-wedding party occupied my mind.

I keep tossing and turning until it sticks 1, and I hear the door opening.

Even though it's been over a week since I started sleeping in the master bedroom, Vince and I haven't slept on the same bed.

I always try not to think about it, but sometimes, my mind drifts back to how he ended our conversation that night.

Aside from that, I still wonder if I was right about him being scared to spend the night in the same bed with me because he has never made an attempt to.

He always disappears.

I am a heavy sleeper so I can't say if he ever stayed back in the room with me or not.

The door fully opens, and he walks in, his eyes fixated on the tablet in his hands.

“Are you just coming back from work?” My voice makes him look up sharply, surprise flickering over his expression.

“No. Why aren't you asleep yet?”
Suspicion jumps back into my head. Why does he sound like this isn't the first time he has come into the room past midnight? He sounds like I am always fast asleep whenever he comes in to pick up or do something in here.

“You are avoiding me, Vince?” I try to feign annoyance to see his reaction.

“What? Of course not. We went to a party, and I had tons of work on my desk because of that.” His explanation doesn't do anything to satisfy my curiosity.

Isabel has challenged me. I don't plan to make Vince fall in love with me, and I don't think he ever will, but I want her to believe he is madly in love with me, so I abruptly embraced him back at the party.

I don't care how it looked, considering how stiff Vince was. It was a two-way thing. Getting Isabel mad and paying Vince back for always kissing me without warning.

He always catches me off-guard. Leaving me breathless and flushed at the end of the day.

“I came to pick something up. You should go back to bed. I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep,” he says, acting clueless as he strides to the drawer opposite the bed.

I watch him take out a phone, and it clicks.

That was the small phone I saw in the drawer the other day while searching for the keys to his home office. That was the exact day I found out about his real identity.

Vince never bothered to question me about anything related to that day, not even the discussion about how his home office was left wide open or about what I know of Isaac and Cater Rossi’s business.

I have also been thinking of how best to approach him about my mother.

Maybe it's because I am scared of what his response would be or because I am more frightened of what my mother would think.

I don't even know if she wants to be rescued. The more I think about it, the more I blame myself.

I haven't contacted her in years. I thought I was doing myself a favour by not contacting her or anyone else in that family, but now I know I can't keep acting ignorant. She needs to be rescued.

“Vince?”

“Umm?” He whirls around to face me. “Is everything okay?”

“I can't sleep,” I shrug and pout, hoping it will work its magic. “Should I come to help you, or would you like to keep me company until I fall asleep?”