Chapter 368

Valeria steadied her breath, choosing her words carefully. "It may have been impulsive to marry you, but I knew what I was getting into." "Mrs. Grant, is this your way of confessing to me?" Sebastian teased. He leaned back into the lounge chair on the balcony, catching her fingers and tugging her closer until she tipped toward him. Valeria braced a hand against his chest to steady herself, glancing toward the bedroom where Margaret was resting. "Who's confessing anything?" Her cheeks burned in the stifling summer air. Then, Sebastian spoke. "I don't care why you married me—whether it's revenge or some hidden agenda. If there's anything you want from me, take it. I'll give it to you without a fight." All he cared about was keeping Valeria by his side, for good. "I have no hidden agenda," Valeria said, looking away. "What exactly would I be after? The fact that you barely made it out alive? That you spent a month in the ICU and still haven't recovered? Or that your leg acts up ev