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The waitress was confused. “Sir, is there a problem?” She asked politely but the coldness in Anderson’s tone and the fury in his eyes was enough to shut her up. Even Avery was scared when she looked at how frightened the waitress was before hastening away.“Honey, what is the problem?” She placed her hand on his and asked. Anderson turned to her, and his gaze softened. “Don’t worry. I will take care of it.”Avery was not convinced. “You can still tell me,” she persisted.Anderson didn’t know how to explain without ruining the surprise but seeing her disturbed look was making it worse, so he decided to explain. He was still upset but his voice and gaze were soft when he spoke to her. “I just don’t like it when my plans are ruined.”Was that even an explanation? Avery didn’t understand what he meant. “Honey, I still don’t…”“Please excuse me, I need to use the ladies’ room,” Riley said, stood up, and left without waiting for anyone to stop her. She had seen the chef coming and quickly l
When Anderson left the table, he entered the elevator and went down. Just as it slid open, Riley was standing there. His anger rose instantly but he held it in. He was there for a purpose and he wasn't going to allow his anger to ruin it.“Thanks for coming over. Can we talk somewhere private?” Riley smiled and asked.Anderson was annoyed and his voice was cold. “Why would I want to be anywhere private with you?” He glared at her and asked. His look was one of uncertainty.Riley seemed to be disappointed. At the table, she thought that Anderson was pretending to not notice her, or was he playing hard to get? She was amazed when he walked into the open. He couldn’t take chances with a woman like her.“You don’t have to pretend anymore. She’s not here,” Riley walked over to him and said.Anderson’s eyes squinted. After forcing Avery to marry him, why would he have eyes for another woman? Even if Riley was Miss Universe, she had no value in Anderson’s eyes. “I’m here because of one thing.
A ding sound was heard and the door of the elevator parted. Anderson was still carrying Avery in his arms when they entered the room and he instantly switched on the light.“Now let me down,” Avery whined and this time, he granted her wish, dropping her gently.“So what is the condition?” She asked again, just as she saw the dessert trolley in the middle of the bedroom displaying all kinds of desserts with a huge roll of cotton candy. Avery would have been very happy if not for seeing Anderson with Riley so she turned away from the attractive site and said coldly to him, “I don’t want desserts anymore.”Anderson was still upset so he didn’t try to coax her. He began undressing and hissed, “fine. Good night then.”He was going to the washroom when Avery crossed him with speed. “You still haven’t given me the condition.”Anderson was unbuttoning his shirt and thought to tease her a little. “You can start by helping me to unbutton my shirt,” he shrugged.Avery squinted her brow. Maybe he
“WCruds have brought a partnership proposal worth billions but their CEO won’t allow me to sign the contract. He only wants the CEO of Crown Investors' signature on it,” Martin explained in a raspy voice. He hadn’t slept well for days due to all the pressure. “What about dad?” Anderson's brows knitted as he asked. This wasn't a good enough excuse to ruin his honeymoon when his father was there. “Did you forget? He said his job was done and he got you a wife so Crown Investors is now yours. He left the country two days ago,” Martin revealed. Anderson was saddened but couldn’t blame them. If he had explained everything to them, then they would have been considerate, knowing that this honeymoon was very important to him. “And uncle Greg?” He asked. That was his last hope. Greg’s signature carried the same authority as the CEOs and he was an excellent negotiator. “His daughter is getting married so he had to leave as well. Trust me, I’ve tried to talk to WCruds CEO but he said no. He
Anderson would be damned before he allowed Trent to see Avery any time soon. Not when her heart was torn in two. Without alighting from the car, he cupped her cheeks in the palm of his hands and said, “Love, I think we should go to the office together. We are still on our honeymoon so I don’t want to be away from you.”His words seemed so honest that Avery’s heart warmed. She didn’t want to be alone too but didn’t know how to tell him without being clingy. Joyce had told her before that men respected independent women. At the thought, she suddenly wondered why she began to care so much about what he thought about her but it didn’t stop her from being honest.“I didn’t want to be alone too but I thought you needed space.”Anderson was stunned. Before, she was looking for ways to be away from him but now, why didn't she want to leave his side anymore, especially when they were back? Why wouldn't she plan to take the opportunity to find Trent since she’d be alone? He could already feel th
Trent was disappointed when Mr. Wick decided to partner with the Crowns instead of the Bakers. This was the reason why his father nominated him to work with Mr. Wick for the sake of this partnership. It meant that he failed and might not be the CEO of his father’s company if his junior brother graduated and succeeded in the project chosen for him.It was a miracle when Mr. Wick allowed him to be his rep in New York. He might still be far from his main goal but now, he would be closer to Avery and his rival Anderson, which was an equally good opportunity. Ten percent of Mr. Wick’s profit would belong to the Bakers because Trent was his rep so Trent would still have the opportunity of being CEO of his father’s company if this project goes well.When Mr. Wick explained it to him, he quickly grabbed the opportunity. However, he was eager to see Avery before this meeting and had lost hope after Anderson took her along. Who knew that she would be right here waiting for him?“Meet Trent Bake
Anderson turned around and his expression was indifferent as he asked, “Why should I tell what I do with my wife to an outsider like you?” Internally, he was very happy but couldn’t let anyone know. Trent was in pain and it was greatly visible on his face. Yes. For every pain, trauma, and heartbreak he caused Anderson, the latter was going to make him pay sevenfold.Trent watched as Anderson left with Avery still in his arms. She had not spoken to him and only spoke to Anderson. This was strange and Trent couldn’t take it. He turned to Martin and asked,“Please tell me, what did he do to her?”Martin’s expression turned cold as he responded coldly in return, “maybe it’s the same thing you did to Bernice. Are you ready to talk about it?” Martin didn't blame Anderson so much for his behavior. He wasn't like this before. When he was with Bernice, he was very lively until their painful breakup. The pain was what turned him into the cold person he was. Martin thought that Anderson even l
Avery didn’t want to lie to him either. She was still getting to know him and the more she did, the more she liked him. “I think I like you,” she said and facepalmed. Anderson smiled. She looked so adorable and he was glad that she felt something for him as well. It was just a few days and he was making headway.“Then that is enough for me but since when did you start liking me?” He asked seriously, removing her hand that was covering her eyes. She still didn’t hold his gaze but rather, looked through the window.“After marriage. Before….you weren’t likable anyway. So, what do you feel for me? I still don’t know why you married me,” she asked in return. Anderson knew that his feelings for her were growing stronger by the day. It was just difficult to not love her, seeing how adorable she looked. “I told you before that you will eventually find out why I married you. To tell you the truth, I first saw you during my master's graduation. You were hugging someone...” the rest of the wor