บททั้งหมดของ Allure Of Gray: Daddy, Please Forgive Mommy: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

“Mommy, Mommy.” Ariel’s wails pierced Bree’s ears. Bree’s gaze followed Spencer as he dashed towards Ariel, her heart leaping in her chest in relief. But as he drew closer, her blood ran cold when he took another child, sweeping him up and silencing his cries. She finally got to Ariel, swiftly unbuckling the strap around her. “Mo…mommy.” Ariel must be so scared as she cried bitterly, her wails causing Bree’s distress. She threw her arms around her mother’s neck. “It’s okay, baby. Mommy is here, okay? Stop crying.” Gathering the child in her arms, Bree turned around to make her way out of the merry-go-round only to find Spencer’s gaze fixed on them. The kid in his hand was now asleep and he held him like a father would his son. Her breath hitched before slightly pressing Ariel’s head on her neck to make sure she did not see the man. Without sparing him another glance, she made her way out of the ride to the other side of the playground where their car was packed. “Mommy, my legs hu

“Boss, she's here.” Spencer raised his head from his tablet as the voice of his secretary resounded in the room. “That is good. Bring her in.”Keeping his tablet beside him, he placed his hand on his chin and watched as the lady with high heels walked to him. With a signature smile dancing on her lips, she made her way toward the man, her red heels clicking loudly on the floor. “It's nice to see you again, J.” He nodded at her to sit on the chair astride him. “What do you have for me.”“Eish, good to be here again after that bitch of your fiancée chased me away with her scheming words. How is she?”He chuckled. “You’re suddenly asking about her. Here I was thinking that you dislike my fiancée.”“Trust me, I do. Just asking.”“Anyway, back to business. How's the investigation going?”The lady placed her hand in the hidden large pocket of her suit jacket and brought out an envelope which she pushed to his side. “All the information is here. I did a good job at it.”“Surely. I'll have

“What the hell is this? What kind of report is this?” Bree had her hands behind her back as the middle-aged man flung the documents at her face in disgust. “I reviewed them again, sir.”“You clearly did not. Is this all you can do?” His eyes threw daggers at her as he yelled, her colleagues fidgeting outside the office. The report in question, she had written and edited it time and time again but her so-called boss was never satisfied with it. She’d come to submit the latest report, one she’d spent the whole night perfecting but still, he threw it at her face. Her boss was known to be cunning, unsatisfied, and harsh but not this way. His attitude towards her suddenly worsened recently and somehow, she knew the cause of his change. He became ten times more of a bully than he has always been. “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll look into it again.” “That’s all you say. You never do anything perfect, Miss Boston. Besides, how dare you look me in the eye?”She immediately broke gazes with him and

“It must feel good to call me a bastard, hmm?” Spencer asked as she got into the car. She gasped. Did she say that out loud? “You didn't hear that.”“You wish.”Rolling her eyes, she looked ahead as they drove silently to the destination. She wanted to ask him how he knew Ariel’s school and confirm her doubt whether it was really Ariel who let it known to him but she remembered his words the other day. He has his way around information. Considering his status, he could literally get his hands on any information that he wants. She was sure of that. He was no longer the reserved Spencer that she'd once known. The man beside her won't even hesitate to throw someone off a six-floor building. The man beside her would harm someone and go scot-free. That was how powerful he was. From his act that day at the hospital, she could tell that he was no newbie at stuff like that. He could unalive her and go free with it. She hopes it never comes to that extent. “Where are we going?” Bree asked f

“Ariel, are you okay? Come on, talk to mommy, please.” Bree pleaded, her voice tingled with anxiety as she gently sat Ariel up on the bed, her face laced with worry. She laid a concerned hand on the child’s forehead only to flinch from the searing heat. Her daughter was burning up.“Oh my goodness, Ari, you’re burning up. Where does it hurt?” She asked, panic slowly creeping into her voice. “Mommy, my headaches.”“Oh my.” Bree’s head darted to the wall clock, the ticking hand marking the passage of time. It was nine in the morning and her daughter was only just waking up. She’d tried waking the child up twice but she’d slept through her attempts only stirring when Bree noticed her shivering and temperature. “Your head? I’m so sorry, I’ll get you something for the pain. Wait here, okay.”Ariel gave an obedient nod as her mother rushed to her closet, searching through the neatly folded clothes until she brought out a box. Returning to Ariel’s side with the box in her hand, she popped