Chapter 361 Pieces Of Chocolate (2)

• I should’ve objected that I wasn’t Jackson’s wife. But I didn’t really mind the comparison. It was kind of nice actually. And the way this man had said it, like I should be honored was a nice contrast to how everyone in Ferus had eyed me with contempt or outright lust.
• By now the shopkeeper had drawn close enough that I could see the basket of chocolate he was bringing around had chunks knotted with berries.
• “Don't trust him, Fiere.” Jackson laughed. “He says that to everyone.”