Chapter 16 Sweet Jam

I WAS SIMPLY quiet on the drive home to his condo. I still can't get over what I discovered about them.

If their marriage lasts, perhaps I can flee? Maybe I'll just hunt for an adoptable child to give him.

But my mind was questioning whether that was the best decision. Another possibility is that he would inquire about the millions of pesos he handed me. I must have ended up in jail after giving birth. That must be Argo's goal, as he refuses to let me leave.

While driving quietly, I cast a glimpse at him. His brows were always drawn together, as if he had no intention of raising them.

Nonetheless, he was seductively gorgeous. I thought I could only see this face in telenovelas, but here he is, right next to me. This is comparable to Burak Ozcivit of Turkey and Richard Gomez of the Philippines. I would have squeezed and caressed him if I could.

When he abruptly turned to face me, I blinked. My pulse was pounding so hard as we exchanged glances for a few seconds. I saw his jaw clench a