The Imposter Bride

Chapter 104

Glancing at the approaching man, Sabrina eyed him warily. “What do you want?”

Carter stood before her, his towering stature making her look like a child in comparison. He raised her chin, meeting her wide, innocent eyes.

A strange fluttering sensation passed through his heart, but it was gone at quackly as it came “As a woman with a fiancé, coming home late at night with another man and reeking of booze, what do you think your fance would do? Hmmm?”

“Or is it that my presence isn’t enough for you prompting you to have such an moiting nightlife? He gripped her chin tightly causing her to wincs

Sabrina tried to free herself from his grasp, but he pulled her into his arms, ifting her off the ground

Before she could react, he was carrying her up the stairs.

What was he doing?

Sabrina struggled but his iron grip remained unyielding his gaze as cold as ice

He kicked open the bedroom door then closed it behind him. Without a second thought he tossed the struggling woman onto her king med bed

Sabrina felt dizzy. The alcohol had taken its toll, and she felt like throwing up. This damned mant How dare he throw her onto the bed like that

She hadn’t provoked him. Why was he acting as if he’d been wronged?

“Miss Shaw understand that I’ve been neglecting you driving you into the arms of other men. But tonight, í að fulfill my duties as your fance” unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke

Then he unbuckled his belt, his eyes filled with defiance his lips curling into a smirk

abrina quickly got to her feet and tried to leave but he caught her by the arm. “Where do you think you’re goingTM

Let go Are you out of your mind? Why do you care if I’m lonely? The man was driving her cray late at night. She felt sick to her stomach and i splitting headache. This bastard

Carter coldly watched her He pulled her into his arms and they both fell onto the bed

He looked at the herce woman in his arms, a hint of amusement playing on his lips

He bent down to kiss her but the stench of alcohol on her breath made him cringe. He picked her up and carried

Carter placed her in the bathtub and turned on the shower “Clean up You reek of alcohol”

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Carter glanced at the drenched woman in the bathtub. He swallowed hard and turned away, leaving the bathroom

He returned a short while later holding a bathrobe “Clean up” he ordered before leaving again,

cigarette.

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It the bedroom with big strides and walked out to the balcony of the study. Shit He looked down, noticing the bulge i

amn if He hadn’t been this embarrassed in years Seeing that woman had aroused him

The image of Sabrina’s curvaceous body floated before his eyes. He closed his eyes and

Meanwhile in the bathroom, Sabrina fumed That pervert: What was it to

Wh. asked him to carry her He was just trying to take advantage of her

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She stripped off her wet clothes cursing Carter a thousand times in her head

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Confused, he decided to escape the growing tension. He strode down the stairs and out of the house, got into his car, and drove aimlessly around the city it wasn’t long before he remembered their betrothal. Why was he behaving like a fugitive? With newfound resolve, he made a U–turn back to the house he’d left in haste

The living room sofa became his companion for the rest of the night. He sat there, engulfed in thoughts, the tendrils of smoke wafting from his cigarette curling around him. As fatigue set in, he finally surrendered to sleep, right there on his makeshift bed.

In the morning. Marian, the housekeeper, opened the door to prepare breakfast She gasped when she saw the man on the sofa. “God, Mr. Cliff, why are you sleeping on the sofa? Where’s Miss Shaw? My God, the room is full of smoke. Have you been smoking all night? Did you have a fight with Miss

Shaw?”

Carter was awakened by her shouting. He frowned in annoyance. “It’s nothing‘ He stood up, intending to go upstairs to change and wash up.

But then he remembered the girl sleeping in the bedroom upstairs. He turned around, grabbed his keys, and left the house.

When Sabrina woke up, she realized she wasn’t in her own bed. She jumped up in surprise.

Oh no, how did she end up in his bed? She remembered drinking some alcohol the night before, coming home, and the man’s tantrum. He had thrown her

in the bathtub and then dried her hair.

She couldn’t believe he had dried her hair. He wasn’t that nice, was he?

Did he carry her into his bedroom after drying her hair? This man was a real pervert.

She had her own bedroom, alright? She hurriedly left the room and went to her own bedroom to change her clothes.

Once she was dressed, she descended the stairs to find Marian smiling at her, “Ms. Shaw, you’re awake. Ready for some breakfast?”

“Where is Mr. Cliff?” Sabrina asked, finding it strange. He was clearly at home the previous night, and she couldn’t understand how she ended up in his bed

“Mr. Cliff has already left for work, Marian replied, her smile beaming. “Did you two have a fight? He spent the night on the couch because of you.”

On the couch? That seemed impossible.

She had slept on his bed and he had spent the night on the couch?