Chapter 42 I Have Thought of an Even Better Plan

Ansel figured he'd scared Gardenia enough. He eased off, his movements growing gentler. He took her just once and then let her rest. Truthfully, he hadn't even planned to touch her tonight. No matter how much he wanted her, he still had to consider her condition. And what did she do? She practically gift-wrapped her own man and handed him over to another woman—with aphrodisiacs, no less! Ansel was tempted to storm out, snatch the drugs from Juliet, and force them down Gardenia's throat himself. All day, he'd watched his back. Now, he had to watch the one beside him in bed, too. Frowning, Ansel grabbed his phone and leaned against the bed as he made a call. "Get Juliet back to Velmora right now, or I'll throw her out myself!" There was a pause on the other end, then a sharp voice crackled through the line, "You punk, who the hell do you think you're talking to?" "I've told you before—stay out of my business. I'm not marrying Juliet." "Well, look at you, all grown up and bold! Dec