Ch. Mr.chatterbox for her, Mr.Icebox for me? Ice melts and so did my love. 67 Mr.chatterbox for her, Mr.Icebox for me? Ice melts and so did my love. 67

Chapter 8 

I shook my head. “No.” 

“But I looked you up-you’re not married!” 

Using his badge to run background checks on me. And he said it like it was perfectly normal. 

My eyes dropped to his ring finger-naked now, but the tan line still there. 

“True. But you are.” 

“I’ll divorce her!” 

He completely missed the point. Lunged forward, tried to grab my hand. 

I stepped back, arms crossed. 

“That’s not what I meant. What I’m saying is-you’re a married man. Act like it. And keep your wife the hell away from 

me.” 

“Quinn went to see you?” 

The moment Quinn’s name left his mouth, his expression went cold. 

The exact same look he used to give me six years ago. 

“Back then, Quinn told me I didn’t actually love you. That I’d just gotten too deep into character.” 

His voice dropped lower. 

“But I figured it out eventually. The cover was fake. What I felt was real.” 

“I’ve been punishing myself for six years. Convinced you’d never come back. Convinced you’d never forgive me. Sol said fuck it and married her.” 

“But when I saw you again, you said you didn’t hate me. It’s been years, Wren. Can’t we try again?” 

The sudden confession was almost funny. 

Not hating him doesn’t mean I forgive him.