บททั้งหมดของ The CEO's Orphan Wife ENGLISH : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

In a moment of exasperation, I seized the eco-friendly bag from Ivan and swiftly closed the apartment door to prevent him from entering. Thankfully, he refrained from knocking or ringing the doorbell; otherwise, I would have felt compelled to report his intrusion to security. Lucinda, already alert and poised to question, received a silent signal from me in the form of a raised eyebrow. Despite her inclination towards natural curiosity and gossip, she couldn't resist the temptation to inquire further. "He came here last night and pleaded with me to let him in. Of course, I told him it wasn't possible because you would get angry," she pouted. "It's a good thing you didn't let him in," I remarked as I unpacked the contents of the eco-bag. I'll start cooking because Heather will wake up in a few moments. "Will you not forgive him?" she inquired. I turned away and directed my attention to the stove, heating the pan. "Didn't he tell you he loves you? Didn't you dream of him loving you

"Why did you head home so soon? Don't you still have two days left there?" I exchanged a meaningful glance with Rachelle. She parted her lips, as if deciphering my thoughts, and then signaled that we should talk later. "Later. Heather and I need to rest first," I replied while carrying my child, who was visibly exhausted from the long trip. I took her to our room. As I laid her down on the bed, she immediately hugged me. "I'm sad, mommy. Please, hug me." I hugged her closely, aiming to provide solace through the embrace. Suppressing my tears, I demonstrated strength and resilience for the sake of my child. After thirty minutes, she finally drifted off to sleep. However, with various concerns on my mind, sleep remained elusive. I rose and draped a blanket over my child to shield her from the brisk air conditioning. Purposefully, I adjusted the temperature to ensure she slept soundly. Before starting work, I got dressed and packed my laptop. I couldn't afford to be idle; I had to k

He was even more determined to visit the island due to my behavior. Perhaps he genuinely believed I had a suitor or a boyfriend there. He had persistently questioned me about my suitor from that island, and even this early in the morning, he was getting on my nerves. "Can't you hear yourself? And please, stop talking nonsense in front of my child." "Nonsense? And she's my child too." I sighed heavily and closed my eyes, thoroughly irritated and annoyed. "Who are you hiding there? I know when you are lying, Myla." "There's none! Tsk!" I got off the bed and went to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth, but he followed right away. "Ivan!" He grinned, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the door. Glancing at Heather, who was seated on the carpet, engrossed in the toys and gifts her daddy had given her, she appeared to be in her own world, oblivious to our conversation. "I need to use the bathroom," I announced, shooting him a glare. He simply turned around but

A few minutes of heavy silence lingered. With hesitation, I parted my lips. "O-Okay," I nodded. He sighed, affirming his decision, and gradually retreated from me until he left the room. I lost track of time as I stared at nowhere. When I finally blinked, the dampness on my cheeks revealed the silent tears. Swiftly, I wiped them away. What should I do? I contemplated for a few moments, then reached for my phone. Anxiety tightened its grip on me, prompting the need to find someone to talk to instead of surrendering to a breakdown. I refused to let weakness take over. Given the challenges I've faced, heartbreak felt like nothing more than a fleeting mosquito bite. "Hello? How are you? Are you okay?" Rachelle bombarded me with questions. I hadn't spoken to her since the incident. My life was a whirlwind of events. Kidnapped, and now Ivan was informing me about the impending annulment. I cleared my throat, gazing up at the expansive sky before uttering, "Ivan is ending things with m

Almira quickly recovered from her surprise. She returned a serious look to the man she was hiding from. Chelle, on the other hand, seemed as though she had seen a ghost while looking at Ivan's friend. I didn't know whether it was Angus, Caius, or Huxley. Ivan grabbed my attention, and I blinked in response. "What are you doing here?!" I exclaimed at him. What was his deal, suddenly showing up here? I wanted to slap some sense into him, but I refrained from revealing my bitterness, despite feeling a strong urge to vent in those moments. "You're drunk; go home," he replied calmly. His voice was gentle as if he were a patient spouse comforting an upset wife. I scowled. I didn't budge from my seat. Who was he to tell me what to do? The nerve of him! "Let's go," he invited, but I remained stubborn. I looked in another direction, arms crossed. He patiently looked at me. Why did he seem angry with me? What did I do wrong? And what was he doing here? He sighed. His face softened again