All Chapters of Accidental Baby, Falling For The Billionaire.: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Dalia's POV I watched in suspicion as Ajax walked in with Emily. Just what is she doing with the West siblings? Emily is on a different level. She's like Brad Pitt's daughter while the West were the queen of England's children. No matter how I try, I just can't see any of them together. It would be catastrophic. Just like me and Eros relationship. I am the child of a nobody. Jeez.. it couldn't be any worse. I see Mr. Spencer asks Emily to follow him up to her room. He must see how tired she looked. She needs to rest. Ajax's eyes followed her till she disappeared down the hallway. Someone wrapped their hands over my shoulder and for a moment I thought it was Eros. I was a bit disappointed when I turned to see Nicholas. He must be happy because he has gotten what he wanted. I nervously glanced at Athena who was watching our reaction like a hungry hawk. She was no doubt unhappy. I still had the most unreasonable wish to grant.

Dalia's POV Eros handed me a glass of wine. He had an amused look on his face. "Were you the savior we needed?" It was better when I didn't answer his questions. I gave him a side look. We were both on the balcony, enjoying the sunset. It was really beautiful from here. "Funny you'd ask." I placed my index finger inside the drink, twirling it. I didn't intend to drink it. Not after the outburst I just heard. The shocking of them all was Hera being a lesbian. My dear friend needs to guide herself. Could it be why they have been staring at themselves for a long time? I sighed, dropping the glass on the nearby table. "My sister is a Lesbian," Eros ignored my bad habits by chugging down his. "And I thought she was just unlucky with men. I wondered when she found out. Athena.." he swallowed really hard and I turned to look at him. The glint in his eyes was something I have never seen before. "No matter how I asked, she never told me. But today I go

Dalia's POV I tapped my left foot furiously as the search was taking longer than usual. Couldn't the day be any worse?! I eyed the officer as he adjusted his cap without an ounce of guilt on his face. Way to go, Dalia, on the first day of your so-called honeymoon. It wasn't anything to be happy about because I and Eros weren't exactly on a honeymoon. As the CEO, he was just giving himself two weeks while I was taking a much-needed break from the wedding stress. Like I did anything.. urgh. "My wife is pregnant." "We have nothing in the luggage." "It's just filled with our clothes." Eros used me as a cover to get out of this. I have tried as much as possible not to let people notice me because I was kind of ashamed of my body. Now, he just has to bring attention to me. I lowered my eyelids as I felt eyes bore holes into my forehead. Did he just say...? He didn't just use my pregnancy as an excuse! I though

Dalia's POV I don't know if I made the right choice by sleeping in a different room from Eros. He looked so happy tonight and sad when we said our goodnights. Poor Eros. We only spent a week in the Bahamas and then we were back to the bustling and hustling of Manhattan. So did my relationship with Eros go bland. "Let me get this straight," Emily sipped her drink one night. "The both of you have agreed to go back to normal?" I glared at Emily. She was mocking me. "Not really. We were doing so good until we crossed the border. He suddenly turned cold and I wondered why we weren't comfortable with each other's presence. Emily slid a drink to my direction. "Enough about Eros. Let us make ourselves happy. When was the last time you went to a club?" I groaned in frustration. "Like forever." I looked at my form. It wasn't club material. Emily read my thoughts because she already dragged my ass half across town, leaving n

Eros' POV I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time. I had only just returned to hear from the maids that Dalia left with a friend this morning. None of them could describe who this friend was because they were too busy gossiping about the both of us. I recently hired three maids to cater to her needs so that she could never feel lonely when I am not around. Each of them had their own major duties. The first one catered for our cooking needs, the second catered for our cleaning needs, and the last one worked as her quarter maid. She had qualifications as a nurse, too. They made sure to come to the house three times a week. I threw my suit on the couch. The house felt empty without her fat frame waddling around it. It's only been a week since we came back from our honeymoon. She has been trying her best to adjust to the house and its functions. It was different from what she was used to. Every day, she asked new questions and caused trouble