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Carys I walked into his office with her words from this afternoon ringing in my ears. Whether she likes it or not I am Maxim’s wife. I have no idea how much he truly cares about me but I am pretty sure he was jealous when Morris approached me and I had to admit we went on a date. And I’ve seen him look at me a few times like he wanted more from me. I open the door without knocking and he stares at me. His brows knit together as he stands quickly “Carissima is something wrong? You look upset.” “No nothing is wrong. Well maybe something is wrong.” I wring my hands together. Maybe I need more confidence lessons along with Italian ones. “What is it?” He stands before me his hands in his pockets. He has unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt and rolled the sleeves to his elbows. Hon