Roseanna's pov

I strode into Aryan's room. I had already showered, and I caught him brushing his smooth hair properly to the side as he sat opposite his vanity. It was better than my old vanity that I had back home. He was living in total luxury and I couldn't enjoy myself for 100 days that I'm supposed to be his contract wife without thinking that I don't belong here.

"Help me comb my hair," Aryan said

"I hate that your father is watching you. You honestly would have been so occupied with your laptop to even think of messing around with me," I muttered and got a funny reaction...