Chapter 176

The asymmetrical straps of her silver dress hung askew on her shoulders, apparently threatening to fall at any moment to reveal her amazing breasts. He knew it was only a cunning artifice of design, but as they walked into the crumbling white building and he heard the tap-tap-tap of her six-inch-high silver stiletto heels beside him, he watched men get whiplash from turning their heads to gawk at her.

Leah lifted her chin stonily, pretending not to notice. She was graceful and full of dignity. But he could feel her simmering fury rising from her beautiful body in waves.

Thomas glared at them with a snarl, curling his lip.

In the past, he’d been arrogantly proud to have the woman that every other man wanted. He’d taken it as his due—other, lesser men always envied what Thomas possessed.

That had changed in Venice. And now, when he saw men craning their heads to look at her, pure rage washed over him.

Why? Why was he so angry and possessive? Because she was his wife?

Wife in name only,