The warm lamplight cast a gentle glow on Bella Scott's face, softening her features and giving her a delicate and graceful appearance.
Edward Anderson stared intently at her for a good while before whispering softly, "Goodnight, wife."
Bella wasn't asleep; she wasn't big-hearted enough for that. She couldn't just sleep peacefully when she was in the same room as an impostor.
Though she hadn't been dealing with the impostor for very long, she had gathered enough about him to know that he wasn't a simpleton; he was calculating and cunning. She still didn't know his true intentions—but they couldn't be as straightforward as he had made them seem.
How could she not be on guard when dealing with someone like that?
All she wanted was to find out if, after she'd fallen asleep, he would try anything with her.
He did come over but made no inappropriate moves. However, when he called her "wife," it sounded as if the word lingered tenderly on his tongue, as though she was his beloved.
