The Alpha's Contract Marriage のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

AlejandroThat night, I didn't get very much sleep.Instead, I used each of the three packets of pre-measured coffee grounds that housekeeping had left in my room to make one pot after another of coffee. I used up all of the grounds. After I used up all of the revolting powdered creamer that I had on hand, I switched to drinking my coffee black.I used the laminate table in the room to set up my laptop, and I placed a notepad and a pen next to it. I was able to retrieve the skeleton of a plan for going into business for myself from the deep depths of my digital archives. This was a plan that I had started years ago and occasionally pulled out to poke at when I was very unhappy with the work that I was doing.Because I did not have any fidget toys readily available, I paced about the room while turning my coffee cup in my hands. I did this as the gears in my head turned and the thoughts that were going through my head churned. Whenever I took more than a few steps, I dashed back to the

WYNETTEThe very first thing that came into my head was that everything hurt. My throat and eyes were raw and gritty, and my brain felt like it was being stabbed with hot, piercing throbs. It was as if I had been screaming for hours. Even the joints in my body hurt. I was able to breathe once again, but there was a weight on top of me that was keeping me down. I struggled to keep my eyes open and grimaced as I turned away from the harsh glare.

ALEJANDRO"What do you mean you ran into her while she was on vacation?"The person working the front desk was staring at me with an expression that wasn't quite terror but was certainly more than simply confusion.

WynetteAs I looked out over the water from the balcony of Ale's penthouse room in Cancun, I had to concede that he was correct. "You were right." It was smart of you to come all the way here.At first, I was skeptical, and I was sure that he merel

ChrisMy phone buzzed as I backed my Kia Telluride into the parking spot that had been assigned to me, and then I turned it off. After that, I reached for my phone and launched the app that handles my text messages. Exactly as I had anticipated, it was from Sister Margaret informing me that Octavia had arrived at school without incident and was checked in at homeroom. After sending a brief text message of gratitude to the person who had helped me, I sat for a few moments and gazed absentmindedly at the