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CHAPTER 81: COFFEE, COMPLIMENTS, TROUBLE
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2026-10-02 11:19:56
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Liam Montgomery had apparently decided that if he was going to take his wife on a date, he would do it properly. Which was why I found myself standing in front of my wardrobe at six in the evening, staring at an unreasonable number of dresses. “Why do I have so many clothes?” I muttered. From the doorway, Liam answered, “Because you keep buying them.” I turned. He was leaning against the frame in a black suit, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. His hair was neatly styled, and he looked so annoyingly handsome that I briefly forgot what I had been complaining about. “You’re early.” “I’m on time.” “You said seven.” “It’s six fifty.” I glanced at the clock. “Oh.” He smiled. “Having trouble choosing?” “I have nothing to wear.” His eyes moved toward the wardrobe. “Abby, I can see at least fifty dresses.” “None of them are right.” “Then wear one of mine.” I stared at him. “Your suits?” He shrugged. “You look good in my clothes.” I remembered the over
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 84: A DATE WITH MY HUSBAND
I didn’t return to the penthouse until late afternoon. I had spent most of the day at the foundation building, reviewing the original plans and speaking with the project coordinator. Julian had been professional throughout the process, even after hearing about the proposed transfer. He hadn’t complained. He hadn’t tried to make me feel guilty. Somehow, that made Liam’s decision feel even worse. When I entered the penthouse, the smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted me. Liam was standing in the kitchen. He looked up as soon as I walked in. “Abby.” I set my bag down. “Hi.” He studied my face, perhaps searching for a sign that I was no longer angry. “Have you eaten?” “Not yet.” “I made something.” I glanced at the counter. There were sandwiches, a bowl of fruit, and two cups of coffee. “You cooked?” “Don’t sound so surprised.” “I’m not surprised. I’m concerned about the kitchen.” His mouth twitched, but I didn’t smile. He noticed. “Can we talk?” I took a breath
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 83: YOU DON’T GET TO DECIDE FOR ME
I knew something was wrong the moment I walked into Liam’s office the following morning. He was sitting behind his desk, reviewing a document on his laptop. His expression was calm, his posture relaxed. Too relaxed. “Good morning, husband.” He looked up. “Good morning, Abby.” I placed my bag on the chair opposite him. “Did you speak to Julian?” “Hmm.” “About the revised designs?” “Among other things.” I frowned. “What does that mean?” Liam closed his laptop. “I’ve decided to move the foundation project to our regional design team.” For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood him. “What?” “The regional office has a larger architectural department. They can handle the project efficiently.” I stared at him. “What about Julian?” “He’ll be reassigned to another project.” “Without discussing it with me?” Liam leaned back in his chair. “It’s a business decision.” “No, Lee. It’s my project.” “It’s a foundation project funded through our family.” “And I’m the one overseeing i
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 82: THE MAN WHO MADE MY HUSBAND JEALOUS
The furniture studio was located in a quiet part of the city, tucked between a luxury boutique and an expensive art gallery. Julian was already waiting when Liam and I arrived. He wore a charcoal jacket over a black shirt, looking as polished as if he had stepped out of a magazine. “Abigail,” he greeted me with a warm smile. “I’m glad you could make it.” “Sorry if we’re late.” “You’re right on time.” His gaze shifted to Liam. “Mr. Montgomery.” “Julian.” They shook hands. I looked between them. If politeness could be measured in degrees, the two men had managed to reach the exact temperature of ice. “Shall we?” I asked. Julian led us inside. The studio was filled with elegant furniture, soft lighting, and carefully arranged displays. I immediately gravitated toward a long wooden table surrounded by comfortable chairs. “This would be perfect for the reading room,” I said. Julian nodded. “I thought so, too. The rounded edges make it safer for younger children, and the wood w
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 81: COFFEE, COMPLIMENTS, TROUBLE
I had always thought Liam was a reasonable man. A demanding man, certainly. Stubborn, occasionally arrogant, and far too accustomed to getting what he wanted. But reasonable. That opinion began to change the following morning. I was reviewing Julian’s preliminary designs at the dining table when Liam walked into the room carrying two cups of coffee. “One for you,” he said, placing a cup beside my laptop. I looked up. “Thank you, Lee.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “What are you working on?” “The foundation.” “Again?” I raised an eyebrow. “It’s a rather large project. I don’t think I can finish it by staring at it for five minutes.” His mouth twitched. “I was only asking.” “And I was only answering.” He pulled out the chair beside me and glanced at the screen. A three-dimensional rendering of the renovated building filled the display. Julian had sent it late the previous evening, complete with a redesigned library and an open garden courtyard. Liam studied it for a
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The first time I met Julian Bennett, he was standing in the middle of the old foundation building with a rolled-up blueprint tucked beneath one arm and a measuring tape hanging from his pocket.He looked nothing like the architects I had imagined.He was young, perhaps in his late twenties, with neatly styled dark hair, a crisp white shirt, and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. There was something effortlessly charming about the way he smiled at the workers, asking questions and listening carefully to their answers instead of simply issuing instructions.“You must be Abigail Hart.”I turned from the tall windows overlooking the overgrown garden. “And you must be the architect who thinks he can turn this old building into something beautiful.”Julian laughed. “I was hoping you’d say something more encouraging.”“I’m saving my compliments for the final result.”“Then I suppose I’ll have to impress you.”He offered his hand. I shook it, amused by his confidence.Julian had been recommende
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