Semua Bab Mr. CEO, Marry Me On Conditions [The CEO's Replaced Bride]: Bab 341 - Bab 350

IvannaIt's been five days since I saw Christian in person. Five days since he's gone. This must be the first time for us to be away from each other for this long. It is, actually. I miss him every day and I definitely wanna talk to him all day long. It makes me feel good when he calls me five times per hour. It doesn't annoy me. But I indeed want him to focus on his work other than us which he has been doing a lot in the whole year. More than that, I want him to believe that I believe him. I don't have any such insecurities and I trust that he would tackle everything properly, and would make the right decision. I want him to have his own life outside us. Just like he was before he met me. It's kind of weird, I know. And I don't want him to become completely like that. But I just want that side of him. When he was so workaholic and passionate towards his work. I used to hate that so much until I realised this is the side of him that makes him his own. This is the only thing he used

IvannaI can see him losing it, rambling non-stop. Undoubtedly, my words triggered him even more. I immediately grab his face to calm him down. He's groaning his lungs out. "Relax. Calm down!" I whisper, nuzzling his cheek with my thumb. He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing heavily as he tries his best to calm down. I hold him as tightly as possible, still feeling all his shaken nerves. He lowers his head, brushing against my torso as I try to hug him. However, seconds later, he pulls back, rolling his eyes around as if he's trying not to speak anymore. "I think you should—""I know what I should do", he tells me, his voice is cold as he looks at me with no warmth in his eyes. It hardly happens. "Don't tell me what I SHOULD do"He gets himself freed from my grip after that blunt statement and around to grab the jacket he left over here. It takes me a couple of seconds to process that. Even when I do, I find myself at a loss for words. "Chris—" my voice comes shaken. "I'm going t

IvannaIt's 6 in the morning. I'm still open-eyed. The darkness has been slowly illuminated as the sun shines through the window. I gulp down and tilt my head to look at Christian. His head is on my chest and he has wrapped his arms around me. I blink twice and my eyes suddenly start burning. I better wash my face before he gets up and finds out I didn't sleep at all. I try to get out of his grip. But he tightens his grip, even more, flinching. I try again."Stay!" He mutters, still drowned in deep sleep. "Chris, I need to go to the washroom", I whisper and try to shove his hands again. This time, he loosens his grip and lets me go. Then he again falls back to sleep. I sigh. Then smile at him. I kiss his forehead before leaving the bed. My head feels immensely heavy. I get inside the washroom. I can hear my heavy breath. It's cold in the morning. But I don't feel like turning the heater on. I turn on the shower and let the cold water immerse me after I slip my clothes down. *I c

Thea"I'm sorry. I can give it to Mrs Thea Allen Fox only", the man in the black suit with a file in his hand says. He doesn't look like a courier guy either. I reach there and find John standing in front of him and Tiffany right behind John. I look at her and mouth, "what's happening?"She shakes her head whispering, "no clue""I don't understand why anyone would send a notice from the court for my wife", John blurts out. "Are you sure it's for her?"I freeze for a whole second after hearing that. Letter from the court for me?I shake my head in disbelief when the man shows us the envelope. There's my name written on it. "Thea Allen Fox. Is this the right name?" The man asks. "Yeah. Yeah. It's— it's my name", I almost choke on my spit, wondering what's this about. John looks extremely confused as I take it and sign the receiving paper. The man leaves right after leaving that to me. "I don't understand. Why would you get such a thing?" John shrugs."I'm confused too", I look at t

IvannaRight now, we're still standing by the corridor, looking at Chrissie. She turns to us and waves from distance and we do the same, smiling. "You were so right", Christian says as his eyes remain darted in Chrissie's direction. "I never thought that way. Now when I imagine not doing anything about it, I can only feel the grudge she would have if she ever got to know I gave up easily"I tighten my grip around his arm and smile audibly. "You know how much courage it took me to bring it up again?""Why?" He laughs, rubbing my shoulder."You were kind of blown up that night. I needed that gut to talk about it again", I chuckle."Come on. That's nothing to be afraid of. You are saying it as if I scare you", he looks down at me, frowning.I nod, "oh, yeah? You don't know how scary it is for me every time you freak out"He rolls his eyes as if I have said something tremendously unfair. "What?" I exclaim. He shakes his head. "Nothing. Just wondering""Wondering what?""That I look sc