Bedmates Soulmates
CHAPTER 196

How did that make sense?

Kira wanted to roll her eyes.

If he didn't want to tell her the truth, he should at least make up a more plausible excuse. Like, maybe he married her as a trophy wife-wasn't that what rich businessmen did?

But if he was unwilling to be honest, she didn't want to push him.

Kira pasted on a smile. 'In that case, thank you for your generosity.'

Austyn didn't hear her.

They were sitting on the bed, their faces less than an arm's length apart.

He could touch her if he just reached out his hand.

He could feel the warmth radiating from her body.

He could see the tiny mole on her left clavicle.

Austyn wondered if she'd sit this close to him when she found out the truth. Probably not.

Kira felt uneasy under the man's intense gaze.

She groped for the pillow and hugged it to her chest. 'How's your hand?'

"What?" Austyn was pulled out of his trance.

'Your hand. You were bleeding in the car. Did you get a doctor to look at it? Liam hit It must have_* you

with a chair in the restaurant,

'Don't mention his name!' Austyn barked.

Kira jerked her head back, startled.

She was trying to be nice to him.

Why was he being such a jerk?

Could he not fixate on Liam?

Austyn stood up abruptly.

She stared up at him. 'What are you doing?"

"You said you're still mad,' he said simply. 'So I'm still mad as well.!

Kira was speechless.

What kind of infantile tit-for-tat game was this?

She had a legitimate reason to be mad-more than one, actually.

He had none!

Austyn left without another word and headed into the bathroom.

Kira shook a fist at his back.

Kira sat on the sofa, eyes on the 'A Cognitive Psychology of Mass Communication' textbook but her mind was miles away. She could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Her skin felt clammy.

She wanted to take a shower, too.

But Austyn was hogging the bathroom.

There was a bathroom in the study.

Why couldn't he have used that one?

Kira flipped the pages.

A leaflet slipped out.

She picked it up from the floor.

It was a book promotion.

'Now You're Speaking My Language: Honest Communication and Deeper Intimacy for a Stronger Marriage."

Twenty per cent off.

She read the blurb.

The bestselling author encouraged husbands and wives to offer steadfast loyalty, forgiveness, empathy and commitment to resolving conflict.

He stressed that communication was the key to building a strong and lasting marriage.

Kira wondered if she should get a copy.

Then she shook her head.

She was going to divorce Austyn sooner or later.

Besides, she had no trouble with communication.

He was the one who probably needed to buy the book.

Kira stuffed the leaflet back into the book.

The bathroom door opened.

She looked up.

Austyn came out.

He was bare-chested, with only a thick white towel wrapped around his waist.

His short hair was dripping wet.

Beads of water glistened on his firm and well-defined pecs.

He had a light tan, the colour of wheat in the sun.

Not the pasty colour common among businessmen who spent all their time indoors.