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She stayed. She held a cold cloth to his head, made him drink ginger tea, and read aloud from the ridiculous romance novel she’d hidden in her nightstand. He complained the entire time. But when she tried to leave for water, his hand—hot and weak—caught her wrist.

“And if I don’t want to leave?”

And again.

“I know,” he said. “I’ve loved you since the laundry room. I just didn’t know how to say it without a signature.” contract marriage with the devil billionaire