Chapter 77

Now, even the smell of fish made her throw up. And the way she had instinctively guarded her stomach… Something flickered across Zachary's face, but he didn't ask anything. "Alright. Then we won't go," he said. He went along with her, his voice gentle, like he was calming a sulking child. "Go home and get some rest. If you're still not feeling well tomorrow, I can have a doctor come by." Juliet nodded and didn't say anything else. The car took a turn. Streetlights flickered past, light and shadow washing over them. "Zach…" She hesitated for a long time before finally speaking. She glanced sideways at his profile as he focused on the road, a faint smile resting on his face. He really was a good person. "About the 'Mrs. Wilson' thing, let's not bring it up anymore. Asher almost figured it out today. If word gets around, it won't be good for you. And…" She lowered her head, staring at the cup of milk in her hands. "Taking your money and using your wife's name to do business—it