Chapter One Hundred-Nine–Julie Gets What She Wants

“Julie, come to bed, love. It’s late. You can do that in the morning. I’m sure that the interior designer will understand if you don’t have it waiting for him at nine in the morning.” Michael stood at the door to Julie’s office with his arms crossed before him and a stern look on his face.

She’d been more preoccupied since he’d bought her the house. She’d currently focused on the interior designer’s requests, while also editing her novel and working on a new one. Julie needed everything to be perfect within the house.

He liked that she’d busied herself with it. If she saw the house as her home. The one she’d always wanted; he was sure she’d settle down and accept their marriage. Perhaps she’d be able to accept having a family with him as well.

There was nothing he wanted more now. She continued to do things for him every day that made his day perfect in his eyes. He saw no motive for Julie’s actions. But that didn’t matter because he had his own w