Semua Bab My Death Contract: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Brayden wanted to talk to Meredith and clear some things up. He was having a difficult time understanding what was bothering her and nothing that he had tried helped. Finally he decided he would just ask.From what he could ascertain it seemed like she was jealous. She didn’t act as though she knew she was jealous but that’s what he interpreted it as. She had dictated what his secretary was going to wear for god’s sake. Brayden shook his head at the thought.She was jealous of pretty much any woman that might be in his life. It was flattering but also confusing. She found that marriage felt like she was being caged. He didn’t know how to remedy that other than a divorce, which he couldn’t do.More than he couldn’t divorce Meredith he wouldn’t. It would be detrimental for the

Meredith closed her eyes for a moment. In the darkness behind her eyelids she heard her panting in rhythm to the thumping. She felt it travel her whole body as if the thumping was pounding some sort of strength into her core. Her skin was damp from her sweat, but she didn’t want to stop. She opened her eyes and puffed out a breath as she looked out at the city of Chicago. Her feet continued their rhythm on the treadmill and her timer on her apple watch went off and she started the cool down, going from a sprint to a brisk walk.Meredith pulled a deep breath in and let it out slowly. She grabbed her water and as she poured the cold liquid in her mouth the previous week flashed through her mind. She saw herself dancing in the snow, eating sword steak, running into Mizuki, going down the hill.Meredith had slept most of the day when she got home from Switzerland. She was so exhausted from the entire week combined and not to mention the plane flight. She

Meredith was sitting at Taylor’s desk in a practically empty department. To be honest the whole floor was pretty much empty with the exception of the cleaning staff that worked during lunch hour. Taylor had given Meredith her desk chair and grabbed her cubicle neighbor’s chair and rolled it next to where Meredith sat with Taylor’s desk at her back.Meredith had been recounting her week’s trip to Switzerland for about fifteen minutes. She gave as much detail as one could in fifteen minutes. Well, sans a few things like Mizuki being there, how she almost got Meredith killed, and She and Brayden had a strict kiss don’t tell from the start of their wedding. Rather, since Edward Maxwell started poking around where he didn’t belong. Whenever recounting anything that was or should have been romantic, Meredith was always very v

Brayden had asked Meredith to help him figure out how to solve the social requirement to his fathers stipulations for the next CEO. She was pensively thinking before she remembered that she was eating and she could very well eat and think. She slowly brought another bite of her lasagna to her mouth as she continued to think about Brayden’s dilemma. His dilemma was her dilemma by default. She wasn’t sure what would happen if he didn’t win the CEO’s seat. She imagined that it would mean the entire Death Contract was void.That would be as amazing as it would be detrimental. She was slowly eating as she thought with even more fervor in light of the idea that she would be released from her cage. But she knew she would enter a new one which would pertain to her mother and father’s issues and how involved she should or even could be.“Didn’t you mention that I was somehow the answer to both the family and social requirem

Meredith was on the elevator and she had no idea what she was going to say to her shrink. The last time she had seen Dr. Hershman she had so much she wanted to say and couldn’t even get a fraction of it out. But as she got off the elevator she didn’t know what she wanted to say. She assumed her shrink would ask her about her ‘honeymoon.’ She wasn’t sure what she wanted to mention about that either.And she hadn’t been doing much reflection at all. She kept following the flow and doing what she felt like but putting off the reflection part of it all. Meredith sighed as she checked in then sat down and looked at the random magazines neatly arranged on the table in front of her. She wished her life was that neat and organized. Brayden’s was. He had nearly everything