Charlotte’s POV
I stared at the proposal in my hands in shock.
The clause was clear: Kieran expected us to share a bedroom from here on out. I wasn’t sure what I expected when he called me up here, but it wasn’t this.
“No.” I handed the contract back to him. “I’m not sharing a bedroom with you. This makes no sense.”
Kieran didn’t take the contract. “It’s not what you’re imagining, I assure you.”
I scoffed. All of the bitterness I’d been feeling since the wedding suddenly came rushing back; I could already imagine that he had some kind of ultimatum for me, some other way to control me without my consent, but I pushed down the urge to say something cruel, and held his gaze. “What is it, then?” I asked tightly.
Kieran leaned back in his chair, tenting his fingers in hi
