Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr. CEO, Marry Me On Conditions [The CEO's Replaced Bride]: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

IvannaI can't find words to reply to. I wasn't ready for this, didn't expect this. I have come across people who didn't know me. But in the last eight years, no one has assumed something like this. Why did she feel like I'm a nanny? "Actually— I—", I get interrupted by her again."But seriously. I didn't think that Mr and Mrs Scott would treat their nanny like this. Even my sons have a nanny and she's looking better than you for this party", she tells me and scans me from head to toe. It's humiliating. I feel my body getting heavier with embarrassment and I lose the urge to say anything else. Am I really looking like a mess? I think I am. I should have thought about it before. I should have kept in mind that it's not only about my image but also Christian's.I look at Chrisanna to make sure she didn't hear anything. She has a habit of telling Christian every single thing and I don't want Christian to know what Mrs Fox uttered. Chrisanna is too busy with her drink.And the conversat

IvannaI turn around and find her wearing a tight-lipped smile. Despite being nervous about the first encounter, I smile back at her. "Hi, Mrs Fox", I mutter. An awkward silence. "Give it to me. I'll feed Chrisanna", Emily takes the plate from me. "You guys carry on"As Emily leaves there, I clear my throat and look at Mrs Fox confidently. "Well, I already apologised but still. I thought to apologise personally. I didn't mean to hurt you, Mrs Scott", she says.Her voice doesn't match her words. I believe she's like that. I hardly judge people by the way they speak."It's completely fine, Mrs Fox. I truly didn't mind. It was obvious that you might not expect Christian's wife like that", I tell her."You didn't mind. But I guess Mr Scott took it really really— seriously!" She takes a sip from her drink. "No. Actually— he didn't—" I stutter. "He didn't want to point you out with that. Actually, I didn't want to be involved in the party because of my appearance. He just wanted to mak

Christian"Chris!" Ivanna calls me out when I put on my shirt to leave for work. She has been struggling with her clothes for a while. I saw her trying out like five to six dresses in just a few minutes. Don't know what she's up to. I'm trying to notice her well these days after finding some weird things in her behaviour which I should have done a long ago. She presses her lips nervously and looks at me with her curious eyes. "Yeah""Umm— am I looking good?" She asks, settling her frames well. It brings a chuckle to my face as I cover my mouth, scanning her from head to toe carefully. She has worn a rose gold oversized shirt with a pair of black denim jeans, her hair as always braided with a few strands hanging from both sides of her face. I keep smiling at her lovingly as she wants the answer. Her reactions almost go blank with each passing second, filling anticipation in her icy blue eyes. "What's wrong?" She mumbles, looking down at herself as I walk towards her, settling my

ChristianIt takes me enough time to process what Emily told me. I don't doubt her predictions at all. She knows such things better than I do. However, the only thing that is freaking me out is that I didn't take them seriously. My focus has completely drifted from work. I can't concentrate anymore. I'm already stressed out about Chrisanna's health. I didn't see this coming. Covering my face, I breathe heavily to calm down. I'm not sure yet. What if Ivanna is actually just disturbed and it's not a disorder. Emily said she was not sure. I hope this is not true. For that day, I close my work and leave for the villa. *I come back to the villa this evening today. Ivanna and Chrissie mostly aren't here at this hour. Ivanna stays in her firm and Chrissie stays in Emily's place. I would have time to process things. As I enter the room, surprisingly I find Chrissie half-lying on the bed, reading her comic book. "What a cute surprise!" I exclaim with a chuckle as she looks over at me. A

ChristianThe lights are deemed with a cold breeze waving the curtains of the room when I push the door and walk inside. My eyes land on Chrisanna sleeping soundly on her bed. I smile at her and toss the coat aside, rolling my eyes around to find Ivanna. I really regret losing it again. She might be really hurt. And undoubtedly, she might have cried a lot. However, I hope she understood what I was trying to explain to her. I hope she stops thinking that way. In the meantime, I feel something crashing on my back. As Ivanna's hands slide under my arms and wrap around my torso, I realise she has hugged me from behind, resting her head on my back. I can hear her breathing heavily. "Where have you been?" She complains, almost sobbing. "I was around", I whisper. "Don't go like this. I hate it. I hate it when you walk away in anger", she grunts, both anger and agony visible in her tone. "Then stop making me angry. Simple", I scoff. "I'm sorry", she whispers against my back as I hold bo