Keenan marched back into the study room with a tight jaw, his palms made tight fists beside his body as he walked towards his desk.
He swept his hand across the table, sending the papers flying all over the room. Some landed on the shelves, but most spread across the floor. Ink spilled over the ground, staining some papers but he didn't bat an eyelid.
He wanted to punch something—anything. He desperately wanted to take out his anger on her, but her act threw him off. He knew it was nothing more than an act, but why was he so easily affected?
Being in her presence muddled his thoughts. He knew he could do whatever he wanted, but why did he feel like his actions were falling right into her plans?
Was this their plan for stealing the fake documents? To claim that the marriage was fake? He could have told her they had the wrong documents, but he didn't want to reveal his hand, especially after hearing something like this.
