Chapter ninety

Devon POV:

The wedding reception got over and we were back in the mansion once again. Tamira had been silent throughout the whole thing and appeared to be very sleepy.

We went to her room together and she entered while I stood at the door. A few minutes later, Mrs. Wilson came to me.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Wilson asked me.

"I'm guarding Tamira's room just as I used to," I replied. Mrs. Wilson gave me an awkward look, "guarding her room?" she questioned.

"Yes, " I answered. "Get in there. You are her husband now and you have the right to sleep in the same bed with her." Mrs. Wilson said to me.

"On the bed. Not on the floor. I will still keep coming to check." she added.

"Yes madam," I said and opened the door. Tamira had not locked it. I walked up to her bed and stared down at her. She was already asleep.

I lay there decide her and with a distance. Mrs. Wilson watched for a while and then left.

Mrs. Wilson POV:

The more I torture Tamira then the greater chance I would hav
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