Chapter 35

Zachary spoke as if nothing had happened, then reached out with practiced ease, intending to slide an arm around Genevieve's waist and pull her against him. Genevieve's gaze turned icy. A split second before his fingertips could touch the slick silk at her waist, she took a step back, evading his touch. Zachary's hand stalled midair. The smile on his face stiffened for a heartbeat. Genevieve lifted her eyes to meet his, calm and unmoved. "Mr. Lambert, watch yourself. We're not close enough for you to put your hands on me." Zachary's expression darkened. They were married. Was he not even allowed to put an arm around her now? He was furious, but with many people watching that night, he had no intention of making a scene and embarrassing himself. He recovered quickly, drew his hand back, and forced a generous smile. "Fine. You're still mad at me." He chuckled, as if indulging her. "That's okay. After the gala, we'll go home and talk this through." Then, he lowered his voice, the