The Bond Between Us novel Chapter 882

After dinner, Anastasia tugged Herman back to their room, leaving the kids in the capable hands of the nanny.

She pulled a tiny chip from her pocket and handed it to him. “Can you check this out for me? I honestly have no clue what’s on it.”

Herman turned the fingernail-sized chip over in his hands. “Where’d you get this?”

“Rowan gave it to me,” Anastasia said. “He handed it over and then just… disappeared. I haven’t heard from him since.”

Something flickered in Herman’s eyes at the mention of Rowan. He felt a twist of jealousy—sharp, a little sour—but he kept it cool, refusing to let it show.

He settled onto the sofa, acting unbothered. “So, is this what Rowan gave you at the hotel last time?”

Anastasia shot him a surprised look. “How’d you know I met Rowan at a hotel? Was it your mom?”

Nobody else could’ve told him—Dailey hadn’t even seen Rowan that day.

Herman shrugged, playing it off. “Yeah, she mentioned it.”

Anastasia grinned, catching on. “Just mentioned it, huh? Or did she say something like, ‘Your wife was alone in a hotel room with another man’? Did that make you jealous?”

Suddenly, it all made sense. No wonder Herman had been acting so weird—clingier, a little more possessive than usual.

Honestly, she found it cute. If he didn’t care, he wouldn’t get jealous. She’d been the same way—remembering how she’d once sent him out late at night just to buy cherries for her, for no real reason.

Herman held his ground. “No, I trust you.”

Anastasia burst out laughing, scooting closer and propping her chin on her hand. “There’s no way you didn’t get jealous. For the record, I was meeting Dailey to look into my mom’s friend Adam. Rowan just happened to show up, handed me this chip, and then your mom saw us. That’s it.”

Herman kept his poker face, but her explanation made him feel better. He just hummed, “Mm.”

“‘Mm’? That’s all?” Anastasia teased, looping her arms around his neck. “You’re really that chill? Not even a little jealous?”

Herman chuckled, only she could get away with saying things like that. He pulled her onto his lap, his breath warm on her neck. “Alright, let’s see what’s on this chip.”

Anastasia gave him a sideways look, but he was already studying the chip with genuine focus. She couldn’t help but smile.

She glanced down—he wasn’t quite as unaffected as he pretended. Probably better to put some space between them before things got risky.

“I’ll go make you some tea,” she said, trying to slide off his lap.

But Herman tightened his grip around her waist. “Wait. Whatever’s on this chip must be important. Are you sure you want me to open it? Did Rowan say anything else?”

“He just told me to keep it safe,” Anastasia replied. “Didn’t say I couldn’t look inside. But now there are people after me because of this chip. I need to know what’s on it, otherwise who knows what could happen.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized she might’ve said too much.

Herman stiffened. “Who’s after you? What happened?”