"Home. To take care of my grandfather. Is that a problem?"
A smug, superior smile spread across her face.
"So you've finally figured it out. Without my protection, you can't survive a single day in this city. Your only option is crawling back to your little village to slop the pigs."
"Tell you what. If you wash all of Noel's underwear in front of everyone today, nice and clean, I'll forgive you. Tomorrow we'll go sign the marriage certificate, just like we planned."
Her assistant brought over a small basket. There had to be at least a dozen pairs inside.
Clearly, they'd had quite the night.
My hands had been protected my entire life. My family had never let me do so much as a single chore.
I stared at her, unable to process what I was hearing.
"Lauren, did your brain and your ass switch places? Every word out of your mouth is pure garbage."
"You two spent my wedding night making out and sleeping together, and now you want me to wash his dirty underwear?"
"Let me make one thing clear: even if you chopped Noel Cobb into pieces and sold him by the pound, he wouldn't be worth me lifting a single finger!"
Lauren's face went cold instantly.