C83 Chapter Eighty Three

Martins pov

It's a Saturday and just hours before the auction, Sinclair and Vanessa were seated on a massage chair, with some cucumber slices on their eyes. They were wards apart, as always they were keeping their usual silent treatment, but secretly I knew they cared so much for each other.

Sinclair wouldn't even watch a fly pass freely if it touches vanessa yet she rears a swarm full of them