Chapter 137
Zea said, “You’ve already got the marriage certificate, his money and his body–you can use them legally. Whether you he him or not doesn’t really
maller,
Moira didn’t answer.
Zea continued, “Besides, just because you don’t like him now doesn’t mean you won’t later. You married him for a quick fix at first, planning just to use him physically. But look at you now— you’ve already started to care.
Moira didn’t know how to respond.
“Moira, you have to have some confidence in yourself. You’re so beautiful. There’s no way Virgil doesn’t like you. In fact, I think he’s probably been scheming for you for a long time.”
Moira was stunned. “Why do you say that?”
“Think about it. A man like Virgil, handsome and successful, has so many women eyeing him. Before you, he must’ve been set up with others, but he didn’t marry any of them until he was 25. That means he has high standards. None of the others caught his eye–he fell for you at first sight.” “You’re overthinking. Moira said calmly. “He married me quickly because he’s at the right age, and Page pushed him into it. Page and my mom are old friends, so we’ir familiar with each other’s families. I just happened to be there when he needed someone.
She paused before quickly adding, “Even if it weren’t me that day, he would’ve married another woman at city hall.”
“Moira, you really don’t understand men, Zea said, “We look at a man’s money and his looks, but men, especially successful ones like Virgil, they look at a woman’s fee. I’m telling you, he fell for you at first sight.”
She glanced at Moira’s neck, then said seriously, “Moira, listen to me. Even if Virgil didn’t have any money or success, women would still like him for his face. But now that he’s rich and capable, there must be plenty of women around him. Virgil’s 28, in the prime of his life–if you keep pushing him away, aren’t you worried he might cheat?”
Moira frowned. “Virgil’s not like that.
“Every man, even Virgil, has the potential to cheat–especially since you’re always here with me. If he’s not getting what he needs from you, what if he strays! And then I’ll be the one blamed Zea teased.
Moira looked sternly at her. “You just can’t stand me being happy”
Tim just looking out for you, Zes said as she picked up a piece of chicken and placed it on Moira’s plate “Come on, eat up. Once you’re done, you should head back. I don’t want to be the one to mess with your marriage”
With that. Moira knew she couldn’t stay any longer. After finishing their meal. Zea rushed to clear the table, and Moira grabbed her bag, ready to leave.
But Zea stopped her. “Wait a minute.”
She quickly grabbed her purse from the sofa, fished through it, and pulled out two movie tickets. Take these. You and Virgil should go see a movie this weekend.*
It had been four months since Moira’s rushed marriage to Virgil, and they had never gone on a proper date alope
They had eaten out together a couple of times, but never a movie date.
For Moira, going to the movies together felt like a much more intimate thing than just having dinner.
She couldn’t help but feel excited. She wondered if Virgil would have time this weekend.
When Moira returned to Emberfall Heights, she opened the door to find the house pitch dark. Is he not home yet? she thought
Turning on the hallway light, she changed her shoes and walked into the living room, only to find the place empty.
She checked the kitchen and the bedroom, but there was still no sign of Virgil, She relaxed a little, her taut nerves easing. Yet, at the same time, an inexplicable sense of disappointment crept into her chest.
She thought, “Maybe he is working Lite:
Moira considered calling or texting him, but after holding her phone for a few seconds, she put it back down, choosing to wait at home instead.
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During that waiting time, she pulled out the suit she had bought for Virgil, looking at it again and again. The thought of him wearing it filled her with anticipation.
Minutes turned into hours, and after taking a shower, Moira sat on her bed, her eyelids growing heavier and heater. Sh time again— it was already past midnight.
led her phone for the
“Who works this late?” she muttered to herself, will holding the phone. After a brief hesitation, she dialed his number
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