My Non-Platonic Marriage

Synopsis

When I was studying abroad, I spent three years fawning over a guy who insisted on a platonic relationship. After he turned down my proposal, I kissed him on a reckless impulse. I then fled back to my home country and agreed to an engagement with a powerful family heir eight years my senior. For half a year of our arranged marriage, we were outwardly harmonious and inwardly distant, treating each other with politeness. That all changed when a piece of news broke at the family dinner. Shane Beasley sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable. "So Toby finally deigns to come back?" I sat aside, not daring to make a sound. How could I have forgotten that Shane also bore the Beasley last name? Wait. What if Shane, who had never laid a finger on me, also wanted a platonic relationship?