The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them

Not because Evelyn had won.

Because if anyone decided what happened to my body next, it would be me.

When I returned completely bald, Julian stared.

“What are you doing?”

I smiled.

“You’ve convinced me.”

His eyebrows rose.

“About what?”