บททั้งหมดของ Mr. Roosevelt's Pampered Pawn Wife: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Mr. Rossi had his brow quirk upon seeing Kirsten. She and her friend Sherry Hollander were the two employees in the entire restaurant who never once entered his office. All those five years she worked in his restaurant, she avoided his office like a plague. It was because all who entered his office were going to sell themselves. Mr. Rossi had this shady business going on at his restaurant but only a few people knew about it. Waiters in his restaurant weren’t just servers but they were prostitutes. Nevertheless, he didn’t force anyone to sell themselves. Only those who wanted easy money entered his office. Mr. Rossi was quite surprised to see Kirsten in his office. "Anything, you want to say?" Mr. Rossi spoke after they locked eyes without saying a word. "Umm," Kirsten swallowed a non - existing saliva, her bone dry throat aching. "Spit it out, Ms. Lewis." His Italian accent pronounced as he spoke coldly. Kirsten took a step back, coldness enveloped her whole body as nervousn

The minister’s word snapped her back from her trance and Kirsten blush furiously. Not only did her cheeks were tinted with color but her fair neck was stained red and the color spread to her earlobes. Matthew slid his forefinger down Kirsten's chin inclining her head up and slowly his face descended, his sexy lips connecting with hers ever so gently. The contact sent thousands of tingles, washing over Kirsten's body, who for the first time was kissed in her whole life. Kirsten shuddered at the new and foreign sensation she felt all over her body. She was terrified at her body's reaction towards the kiss. A big question mark left floating in her mind. She couldn’t comprehend or name the feelings she had experienced when Matthew’s lips settled on hers. While Kirsten was yet to come out of her daze, she felt being lifted in the air. At once, as her initial response she reached for something to hold on. And she found herself clasping Matthew's neck. "Hold on tightly," Matthew co

'Beep, beep," the medical instrument connected to Kirsten’s body, continuously sounded, greeted Kirsten as she woke from coma. "She's awake, Dr. Townsend," Kirsten heard a woman speak, her voice tinged with excitement. "Water," Kirsten was surprised how hoarse her voice sounded to her ears. The nurse quickly took water and put a straw in the cup of water, holding it before Kirsten's mouth. Feeling so thirsty, Kirsten completely emptied the cup. "You have been in a coma for three days," the doctor informed her sensing that she had no idea why she was in the hospital. Memories came flooding in, she remembered she was enticed by the sea and the voice…Whose voice was it? Who saved her? "Who took me here?" Before she could stop herself from asking, the words already came out of her mouth."Mr. Roosevelt, brought you here. He was here a while ago and left for a business meeting," the nurse answered her question. The doctor did several tests on her before she was finally released to

When the bowl was nearly filled, Matthew put it down on top of the table. Kirsten stared at the bowl of soup before her. She wasn’t sure if the soup was really for her. She didn't touch the bowl of soup in front of her and observe Matthew. He took the empty bowl before her. Filled it with soup, then he placed it before him and started to eat. So it was really for her. He didn't accidentally place the bowl of soup before her. A smile broke through her face and she said, "Thank you." But her happiness was mixed with a bit of dejection that he didn't make as much of a grunt to respond. The meal was spent in a very uncomfortable note as Matthew just ate without glancing at her nor tried to make small chat with her. As a law student, Kirsten was used to talking with people. She was trained to have a good skill in communicating with people because she has to talk to clients and she'll need it during legal counsels and legal proceedings such as court hearings. But facing her husband

“She’s my –” Kirsten interjected, not letting him finish and greeted him nonchalantly. “Good evening, Mr Roosevelt.” “Good evening, Mrs Roosevelt,” Matthew answered, throwing Kirsten into confusion. Except Matthew, everyone was shocked. Taking advantage of Monalisa’s shock, he freed his arm from her grip and pulled Kirsten from James' side to his side. Now, Kirsten was standing beside him with his hand resting around her tiny waist, displaying a possessive gesture. “Hi, I am Kirsten's husband,” Matthew said to James, whose lips were pursed into a thin line. He reached out his hand for a handshake. James accepted the offer and shook his hand. Only the two of them knew how much force they used in the handshake. They were trying to crush each other's hand. None of them winced and the handshake was broken after a while. ‘No wonder why she was wearing a brand that only wealthy people could buy.’ James thought. James felt as if his heart was being wrung like a washcloth. He had b