Gay Billionaire's Contracted Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

“Can we go out for a walk?” Amelia said. There was silence afterward Xavier chose to keep her quiet and that was something Amelia hated about him. His occasional casual demeanor was always unbearable. Having her wait for his reply was so annoying. It showed how less important he saw her. “That isn't necessary, Miss Wilson,” he said. Amelia knew he was doing it on purpose just to make her angry. That was the motive of the whole formality. “What happened to our former agreement?”“What agreement?”“The agreement of sticking to Ami instead of Miss Wilson” “I never agreed to such a deal” “I made myself clear. You could at least give me some benefits. This marriage is under a contract and I get to do whatever is stated in the contract. Why can't you do mine?” she asked hands akimbo. “And you think you are doing a good job in keeping to my contract rules?”“ I always try my possible best and I can vouch for that”“Vouch for what?” Xavier asked, placing both of his hands in front of him.

The night was still quite early, and Amelia was up. Sleep was far away from her eyes. She didn't see herself getting any of it. Tilting over to the other side of the bed, she sighed in exasperation, shutting her eyes once more, hoping the sleep she craved would come.When it was certain she wasn't getting any sleep, she slipped out of her bed and made her way to the bathroom, dragging her feet against the cold floor, not even caring to search for her flip-flops.She turned on the tap and let the water flow for a while before putting her face in it. She shivered slightly, exhaling from her mouth as the water caressed her skin. It was undoubtedly what she needed. She loved the way it soothed the discomfort. She looked at the mirror in front of her and smiled at her reflection. Her appearance was more appealing. Her pale skin appeared more appealing and less patchy than she had remembered.*Could Xavier be asleep?* She thought to herself and instantly felt the need to confirm. If he was a

“Good for you then,” he said, taking a sip from his glass and Amelia just stared at him too stunned to speak. Just when Xavier had finished speaking, an old man raised his bidding card and the tension began building up inside her.“I million dollars,” he said“For a 20-carat ruby?” Xavier asked with a scoff, while Amelia looked at him confused“1.5 million dollars” a lady not too far from them shouted, raising her bidding card. Her sharp red lipstick was quite evident. It gave her a 1960 look.“Yes, 1.5 million dollars, anyone else?” the auctioneer asked and Amelia shuddered. The thought of raising her card, declaring a prize that she had never thought of having for a lifetime made her shake. “1.650 million dollars,” the aged lady in front of them said.“Yes, let's keep it going” the auctioneer yelled. Amelia began to raise her bidding card slowly, but someone else spoke.“2 million dollars,” A Brunette woman yelled. Amelia gasped. That was too much. She couldn't see herself bidding

The deal was sealed, and Amelia couldn't keep herself still. The place suddenly became too stuffy, difficult for her to breathe. At first, she thought she could bear it, but when she could no longer do that, she ran away, not caring about the eyes that followed her as she ran.Hurling her heels aside, she made her way out. When she was finally out, she rushed to a conducive area to vomit every content in her stomach, but that wasn't successful. The fear she felt in her was so great, she shivered physically. After a moment, her hair was tucked beneath her ear. She immediately knew it was Xavier. His scent filled the whole place as he held her a hair.She stood up straight and a whimper escaped from her mouth. She had no idea she had been crying, but the reason was clear. Fear was the main thing, and she couldn't get rid of it.“Amelia” she heard him say softly, but the tears just kept flowing with reckless abandon.“Don't touch me” she snapped, raising her head as she walked away from

Her heartbeat was increased as nervousness set in. She wondered why she felt that way. The silence in the car gave her more room to think, and that was the least she wanted to do.All of a sudden, everything suddenly looked and felt irritating to her. The scent of the deodorizer produced from the car made her feel nauseous, and the fact the car was moving at an incredibly slow pace made her feel the need to fly out of the window and walk to the goddamn estate.“Are you okay ma'am?” she heard from the front. She tore her eyes from the window view and looked at Jordan, flashing him a quick smile. A glare was earlier visible in her face, and she had no idea it was that visible to the extent of the driver noticing.“I'm fine,” Amelia said, but it was apparent she didn't mean it. * Fuck it*“Can you not drive so slowly” she spat out and Jordan's eyes partially widened on realization?“I'm sorry ma'am, My boss clarified you get home as safe as possible, and I want to make sure of that”“My n