Chapter 278

Love him? Calliope pressed her nails into her palm. She had no clue how to answer that. The second she stayed silent, the air around Conrad dropped several degrees. His brows pulled tight, voice low and tensed. "So, you don't love him?" His stare made her scalp prickle and her pulse skyrocket. She panicked a little and shook her head fast. "He's my husband. Of course I... I like him." "Liking someone isn't love." Bradley asked him once-was he in love with Calliope? Back then, he'd said, Yeah, I like her. Bradley laughed, saying liking was just admiration, finding someone interesting. But love? That was wanting to take someone into your arms and being terrified you might break them. That was control. That was down to the bones. Conrad hadn't argued. But last night, when he saw her beneath him, bare, open, vulnerable-he knew. He loved this girl. Loved her body, her soul, every part of her. He wanted her constantly, yet was scared of hurting her even the slightest. If he could, he'd melt