Semua Bab My Death Contract: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Meredith stepped out of the shower feeling rejuvenated. She was definitely exhausted from lack of sleep but her run helped her refocus and she was able to gain control over her emotions. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself as she washed her face and brushed her teeth. She hadn't seen Brayden anywhere when she came in and assumed he must have gone to bed. The both of them got very little sleep the night before and were running on empty. Meredith found a pajama short set in her clothes that the butler, she assumed, put away. It was a black La Perla short set. The top was a super soft crew neck short sleeve shirt with large black scalloped lace at the end of the sleeves. The shorts that fell just above mid thigh also had scalloped black lace at the ends. Merdith let her hair down and went in the bedroom. Brayden was asleep on his back with no shirt and the bedding had slipped down a bit exposing part of his bare chest. Meredith adjusted the bedding

Meredith had spent the rest of the day working on her control and just getting the feeling of her skis because of course Brayden didn't rent skis he bought them both new skis. Meredith was definitely rusty and Brayden was concerned as he watched her attempt to take the advanced runs.Meredith had a focused look on her face as she went back up and took the run again a little bit better but not well enough to take on the Swiss Wall, thought Brayden. All he could do is hope they backed out. He didn't want to spend his honeymoon in the hospital by Meredith's bed.Finally she had relented and asked him to take her to the hotel. Brayden's relief was only temporary though. Meredith said she wanted to go to the closest hotel to the Swiss Wall. All he could do was drop his head and comply. Meredith was determined.So Brayden took her to a small quaint room in Champery. They were at a quaint hotel on the top floor in suite that had a sitting area, two balconies, and Mered

Brayden had quickly shuffled Meredith back to their hotel. Mizuki had tried calling several times. Brayden had been too focused on making sure Meredith really was alright so he ignored the first few attempts but when Mizuki had called him in excess of twenty times she finally decided maybe Meredith somehow got Brayden to not answer her calls. Mizuki tried calling Meredith.Meredith was at the spa of their hotel and had left her phone in their room to charge when Brayden saw that Mizuki was calling Meredith's phone. He sighed and picked it up."Mizuki.""Bra-Brayden!" Mizuki was shocked that Brayden had answered. "Where are you? Did you make it down okay?""Mizuki don't call me anymore. And don't call my wife." Brayden didn't tell her that lightly. He sighed deeply."B-but…why?" Mizuki was frantic. "Brayden we have been friends for years. We're best friends.""Look Mizuki, Meredith is—""Meredith told you not to talk to me

Meredith couldn’t believe that Brayden kept talking to women when he had explicitly told her he wouldn’t and to top it off it was in the middle of the night. She had already dealt with Mizuki, which she was actually kind of disappointed about because she had really liked her when they first met.Most things are too good to be true. Like her marriage or Death Contract that chained her to this man who said she was a reflection of him and he would never let any sort of scandal reflect on her and thus indirectly on him as well.Meredith had that little nagging voice in the back of her mind that told her to trust Brayden. But she ran for hours on the treadmill so that she didn’t have to listen to that voice. She knew what had happened. There was no denying it. Brayden had received a call around 12

Meredith was drinking coffee still wearing that very short red slip negligee. She had one leg folded under her as she sat in the small sitting area in their hotel bedroom. Brayden was sitting in the chair next to her with just a small table separating them.Brayden told Meredith that they weren’t leaving until the next morning so they still had the whole day to do whatever they wanted. Whatever Meredith wanted. She hadn’t time to think what that might be because Brayden had something important he wanted to talk to her about.Meredith was sipping her coffee still as she waited for Brayden to tell her what they needed to talk about. She was watching his eyes over her coffee cup as he was having a hard time focusing while she was dressed in what she referred to as her ‘pajamas.’“You&rsquo