“Are you that afraid people will find out about us?”
Zinnia fell silent.
She had no idea why Landon was suddenly asking this. For a moment, she just thought he was being unreasonable.
And as for his question, she genuinely didn’t know how to answer.
If she said she wasn’t afraid?
He’d probably think she had some hidden agenda, maybe even that she wanted to go public with their relationship.
But if she told him she was afraid?
What exactly was there to be afraid of?
Before she could figure out what to say, Landon pressed on, “Then why did you deny who I was?”
Zinnia said nothing.
Alright, she got it now—Landon was picking a fight on purpose.
After all, it was his idea to keep the marriage secret, his idea for the whole contract arrangement. Now he was acting like she was the one in the wrong for denying it.
The frustration inside her simmered, threatening to boil over.
She frowned, then tossed out a half-hearted excuse. “You’re my husband, aren’t you? Obviously you’re not just my boyfriend.”
She only meant to brush him off with a quick reply.
But for some reason, that answer seemed to please Landon. The stormy look on his face eased, and—was that a hint of a smile in his eyes?
“You never told them I was your husband, either.”
Zinnia had hoped the conversation would move on, but today, Landon seemed oddly persistent. He kept circling back to this trivial topic, refusing to let it drop.



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