บททั้งหมดของ MY ARRANGED HUSBAND IS THE MAN I CHEAT ON HIM WITH : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

- LORELEI -"Yeah, sure. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." I roll my eyes and remove my head from his fingers. Miss you my foot. "And stop touching my face like you own it." I sneered. "My skin care routine is expensive." I murmured under my breath, keeping my tone low, hoping he wouldn't hear that. "Skin care?" Ace scoffed and I roll my eyes. "I can buy all your favourite brands for you." That made my heart beat faster. My eyes widened and I didn't know it did till they felt sore, that's when I blinked and eased the tension off my eyes. This man is the definition of proud, no wonder he has acquaintances who hate him. My jaw tightened. No wonder people like Catherine waltz into my room, hoping for a dead wife because she obviously wants Ace to experience misery. I sigh and rest my back back on the pillows resting at the start of my bed. I snickered. "Yeah, buy earth too. It'll add a touch to your prideful ass." I joked. My response was not necessary but how much can I stress

- ACE - My brows creased as I slowly drifted my eyes open. The room is warm and the air is moisturised. I spread my fingers and let it sink into the sheet. I'm laying on something soft. It didn't take me a second to realise that I'm on a bed. Someone squeezed water out of something. I didn't have time to look at who it is before a damp cloth made it's way to my face, wiping my face before laying on my forehead. I grabbed the wrist of the person holding the cloth before the person could take their hands off my face. A soft gasp escaped her lips. "You're awake." Hearing her voice made my heart feel at ease. "You're here." I responded. Isabel took her hands out of my grip. I couldn't see what she was doing because I'm laying down flat with my face facing the ceiling but I heard water splashes. Another cloth rested on my chest. She wiped me gently. I hissed because of how cold it feels on my skin. "What happened to me?" "I don't know. You had already fainted before I arrived. I just c

- LORELEI -Isabel didn't say anything to me since then. We walked to the car silently, and now, we're even on the road and haven't said a single word to each other since. Although she tried to come off as calm, I can tell that she's tensed. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, tapping my fingers on my thighs. I'm sat in the passenger seat and a seat belt is firm around me. I thought that after my accident, I wouldn't drive a car again or get in one, and even if, I'll be in the back seat with a lot of padding for security but I guess I was wrong. That was just the fear speaking. My car fever vanished the moment I saw Isabel's car. She is smoking rich. At least her car says so. I wonder if she's independent and if she is, I wonder how she got here. It's something I'd love to talk about being a jobless woman myself but we never got to talk. I think I ruined our chances the moment I asked about Catherine but her reaction to my question doesn't

[Hello reader! After a long hiatus, I am back and continuing this story for good! Do read and enjoy! Also, I did read my previous chapters and realised I switched tenses a lot, for this reason, I will be sticking with present tense. Enjoy the chapter!] - ACE - Lorelei is not home. I can’t help but worry. I sent Isabel to pick her up but I arrived here before her and it leaves me feeling incredibly unsettled. Not because Lorelei is a pain in the ass to Isabel but because of this accident. And also because of the fact that Catherine mentioned her, my mind reminds. I let out a sigh, raising my hand up to peak at the time on my wrist watch. I’ve been here for hours yet there has been no sign of her. After a very stressful day today with the annual, company meeting, this is not something I thought would be a bother to me. I’ll call Isabel. I dip my hand in my pocket to pick my phone when the door comes open. I’m standing not too far from it so it wasn’t hard to miss. Waltzing

- LORELEI - I let out a sigh, staring at my weary reflection in the mirror. Underneath my eyes are sore. I cried myself to bed last night. A half smile barely made its way to my lips before crumbling back to the hard stare at myself in the mirror. My life is miserable but I want to quit complaining about it. It never changes anything, and now that I’m. . . Married. . . I doubt anything is going to change. At least, not much in the way I want it to. I sniff, rinsing my face for the umpteenth time. The redness of my nose and eyes do not seem to falter and the last thing I want is to walk down those stairs and have him know his words got to me yesterday. So what if I’m broke and have nothing to my name? I ask myself, an attempt to boost my confidence. At least I’m not some trust fund child who grew to be an entitle adult. At least I worked hard and paid for everything I’ve had sin