I Was The Fake Heiress—Then Found Real Heir Was My Ex Chapter 08
Simon’s New Strategy
He had.
The next morning, Simon walked into breakfast wearing a black T-shirt instead of a suit.
My mother dropped her spoon.
I stared at his arms.
Simon sat down.
“Good morning.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Eating breakfast.”
The next day, he came home in racing gear.
The day after that, he went boxing.
Then sailing.
Then he started leaving his suit jacket open at dinners.
One evening, he walked out of the guest bathroom wearing only a towel.
I nearly swallowed my tongue.
Simon leaned against the doorframe.
“You said you needed novelty.”
I stared at his chest.
“I did not tell you to become a peacock.”
“I’m providing variety.”
“You’re insane.”
“Do you like it?”
I looked away.
He smiled.
That was unfair.
Two days later, I kissed him first.
Simon froze for half a second.
Then his arm locked around my waist.
When we finally pulled apart, he looked almost smug.
“So the strategy works.”
“Don’t ruin it.”
He kissed me again.