บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Forced Bride: Dear Wife, You Can't Escape: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Caroline was impressed seeing Patricia and Eleanor effortlessly maneuvering around the kitchen, their synchronized movements and laughter filling the room with warmth. It was a stark contrast to Aurora, who seemed more at home with a book in hand than a spatula.As the lunch was served, Caroline couldn't contain her excitement, eager to taste the fruits of her daughters-in-law's labor. She savored each dish, her taste buds dancing with delight, and her heart swelling with pride at their culinary prowess.“You girls really cook well. I didn’t know that,” Caroline exclaimed, her eyes shining with admiration.However, amidst the praise, there was a shadow of discontentment lurking in the corner. Aurora, usually indifferent to domestic duties, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as Patricia and Eleanor basked in the glory of their culinary achievements.Aurora's unease didn't go unnoticed by Caroline, who, ever the matriarch, sensed the brewing tension and decided to ease it with a

PARTY Kayden Knight had his eyes on Eleanor again when she stopped a waiter and picked two vodka shots. She gulped the shots one after the other like she was used to it and kept the glasses back on the tray. The waiter was about to leave when she stopped him again and picked the third one. Kayden wondered if she would be able to handle the third one."Excuse me," Kayden said, smoothly disengaging from the lively group he had been conversing with, his dark eyes scanning the dimly lit room until they settled on his wife. She sat at the edge of the bustling bar, a delicate glass poised at her lips, her posture tense. With purposeful strides, he navigated through the maze of tables and patrons, his finely tailored suit drawing admiring glances along the way.Just as Eleanor was about to indulge in a sip of her drink, Kayden's firm grip encircled her wrist, halting her movement midair. "Don't," he warned, his voice a low murmur, though laced with an unmistakable edge.Eleanor's reaction w

Eleanor tossed in her sleep, only to be pulled behind by his arm. She mumbled something when his lips touched her earlobe. Damn.. It had to be a sweet dream. She didn’t dare to open her eyes. She felt nice and warm, inside the quilt, with the man of her dreams sleeping behind her and his arm snaked on her waist. She pushed her back to glue him again. The touch was familiar. And the cologne too. Was he Kayden Knight? It had to be him!! But what was he doing in her dreams? She opened her eyes and the beam of light from the French windows hit her face. It was morning. And this wasn’t a dream. She was in her bed, cuddled with her husband Kayden Knight. The moment she realized this, she instantly pushed him and sat two feet away. It broke his sleep.“How dare you?” she shouted, rubbing her eyes, still unable to believe they slept like that.Kayden Knight had expected a similar reaction when she woke up so he wasn’t shocked. He yawned, stretched and raised himself to sit with his back touc

The early morning shoot had gone smoothly, the golden hues of dawn casting a soft glow over the set as Eleanor retreated to her vanity van to unwind after a long day's work. But her moment of respite was short-lived as she noticed a plethora of bouquets adorning the interior of her sanctuary on wheels."Millie," she called out, her curiosity piqued as she ventured further into the van.“Yes, Ma’am?” Millie's voice floated through the air, tinged with a hint of excitement.“What is all this? Who sent all these flowers?” Eleanor inquired, her brow furrowing with confusion as she surveyed the lavish display before her.Millie's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as she responded, her eyes sparkling with mischief.“Come on, Ma’am. You can guess it easily,” she teased, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips.Eleanor's mind raced as she sifted through the possibilities, her thoughts settling on one name in particular.“Kayden?” she ventured, her voice tinged with uncertainty.Millie

Eleanor stood before Aiden, her gaze fixed on the small scar etched into his forehead. It was a subtle reminder of the accident he had mentioned, a detail that piqued her curiosity and fueled her determination to uncover the truth.“Hi,” she greeted him, her voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach.Aiden glanced up from his conversation with the cinematographer, surprise flickering in his eyes at the unexpected interruption.“Hey... I didn’t know you were coming here again. But Jack Sir is not present. You will have to meet him at his home or office,” Aiden replied, his tone casual yet tinged with curiosity.“I am not here to meet Jack. I came here to see you,” Eleanor stated firmly, her gaze unwavering as she met Aiden's eyes.“Me?” Aiden chuckled, his confusion evident as he shifted his attention fully to Eleanor. “I didn’t understand.”Eleanor took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead.“Aiden... what's this scar about?” she asked, reaching ou