Chapter Eleven

Marcel walked past Eustas who was holding the door for them, into the study. Hailey towed closely behind him looking out of place. She wore a Blue Jean and grey T shirt and held a back pack.

Marcel wore something similar, A T shirt and Jeans. He locked eyes with Abigail who was sitting behind her desk, and smiled, Abigail didn't reciprocate his smile.. even though her eyes were fixedated on him.

She watched as he approached her, like a hawk would watch his prey before striking. Her hair was in a bun again, Marcel was almost convinced that the bun was permanently glued to her head because of how often she wore it. She wasn't wearing any make up or if she was he couldn't tell. She truly is a beautiful woman.

Marcel couldn't understand for the life of him why she would need to pay someone to act as her husband. There were plenty of men who'd be lucky to have her despite her rude nature.

As he got closer he noticed another woman sitting beside Abigail. A slim curvy woman with curly