Jack gave a peculiar smile, tilted his head, and said to his assistant, "Take Ms. Roberts home safely. I need to handle some household matters."
"Yes, sir," the assistant replied, taking the restless Julia away.
I blinked and said, "Dear husband..."
Without a word, Jack grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me out.
Great, I'm doomed.
Jack ushered me into his car without uttering a single word. We drove straight to the villa—our home.
To be honest, marrying Jack was purely accidental.
His family pressured him into marriage, and I was also facing marriage pressure. We bumped into each other, and with our mutual needs, we ended up getting married on a whim.
He was the Best Actor, so Jack's agent laid out a few conditions: first and foremost, no cheating. If I found someone more suitable, I could file for divorce. But we had to keep the marriage secret. The cherry on top was a monthly allowance of 500 thousand dollars.
I agreed without a second thought.
Now, as I was sitting in the car, the oppressive silence felt like the calm before the storm.
I had stepped into a minefield; Jack might think I had been unfaithful. The car pulled up to the villa, and I walked in under Jack's intense gaze.
Jack flopped onto the sofa and motioned for me to sit.
"Uh, Jack, let me explain…" I decided to admit my fault to save my skin.
Jack glanced at me and said calmly, "Go ahead."
"Julia was heartbroken and asked me to keep her company," I confessed, feeling cornered.
"And you ended up ordering ten gigolos," Jack added.
"No! She did that, not me!" I protested, my anxiety showing.
Jack continued, "I suppose that's a pity?"
"No! They're not as good-looking as you, and their voices are terrible. I'm not blind..." My survival instincts kicked in.
Jack's usually composed face seemed to flush with a hint of embarrassment.
He cleared his throat and said coolly, "Just as long as you understand."
Wait, why did he suddenly seem bashful?
Have I just dodged a bullet?
