Charity point of view...
“Where are you going?” When Harold asked me, I froze. Given that this is our first honeymoon, I was shaking. I am aware that I have accepted his proposals and that I need to be his wife, particularly if Ma'am Margaret is standing in front of us. Harold arched an eyebrow as he took his polo shirt off.
“I will take a shower.” When I started to freak out as soon as he started heading toward me, I noticed his mouth twitching. When I sensed his hand caressing my face, I closed my eyes.
“Are you scared that I might eat you?” My face turned scarlet after his vulgarity. Why does he need to ask me that as he was asking his business partner in his office?
“Mr. Harrison—”
“You're my wife now, Charity. You're a Harrison too.”
“Harold, I'm sorry.”
“No need to feel sorr
