Her Unexpected Love Story のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Emma’s POV“You have got to be kidding me!” I yelled at the movie I was watching on the TV.“I don’t think it’s ever that serious, Emma,” Liam said, laughing, as he walked down the stairs and into the living room where I was.“Good morning,” he said, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water.“Good morning,” I responded, glancing at him briefly.It’s been about three weeks of me living in the same house as Liam Henderson, a bit over a month since he and I got married, and two weeks since I started my new job at the Williamson Fashion House.If I was to be honest, life was going surprisingly smoothly. I mean, it’s not where I expected to see myself right now, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought things would be, especially considering my current situation.Living with Liam wasn’t entirely that bad. With the way we moved around, we were more like housemates who shared the same apartment. He respected my space and I respected his. The only thing was there have been days that we

Liam’s POV“Well?” I asked, urging her to speak. “Do you have a problem with my friends coming over?” I asked again. “I don’t have any issues with your friends coming over, Liam,” she said, grabbing a piece of bacon and munching on it. “It’s just that earlier, you mentioned it was just Ryan who was coming over. Now, you’re saying two other people are coming as well,” she said, looking between me and the bacon in her hand. “Okay, so?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Forget about it, Liam,” she said, rolling her eyes at me in a dismissive manner then standing up. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she continued, walking over to the kitchen door. “Emma,” I called out her name, grabbing her hand, and stopping her in her tracks. “I don’t appreciate your attitude. Fix it,” I warned. “No way you just said that to me,” she replied, scoffing. “I’m serious, Emma. I expect you to respect me,” I said, letting go of her arm.“First of all, don’t ever grab me like that again, and secondly, what’s

Emma’s POV“Why’s it so bright already,” I groaned as I struggled to get out of bed. I checked the time and saw it was 11:03 am. I got in at past midnight, so seeing the time made me realize this was the longest I’d slept in a while. It’s been three weeks since the day Sammy and Liam’s friends were over at the apartment, meaning it’s been three weeks since Liam and I last spoke to each other. It’s honestly been so funny and crazy. We haven’t had a reason to be out publicly together in that time, so we’ve been able to take that time off from our pretense. Considering there’s been no reason to make any public appearances with Liam, I’ve been working later hours at the Fashion House because of the upcoming fashion show the company is hosting in three weeks, but I know within myself that the real reason I’ve been working late is so I can easily avoid Liam without having to make it seem like I’m purposely doing it. He hurt me, but I don’t need him knowing that he hurt me. It makes me lo

Emma’s POV“So what’s up with you and Liam?” Sammy asked as we lay on my bed together. It was my day off and a few days till the fashion show, so Sammy had come over to keep me company while I worked on some last-minute designs. “We’re good actually,” I said, looking up from what I was sketching out. “Since the day we spoke about everything, everything’s been going smoothly with us. We’re able to have proper conversations here and there and living together isn’t as annoying or uncomfortable anymore”. “That’s good,” she said, clapping her hands together excitedly. “On that positive note, I’m happy to announce that Ryan and I are thinking of going on a trip next weekend and we would love it if you and Liam came along. It'll be like a group trip or whatever. I’d have my best friend with me and Ryan would have his. What do you think?” she asked. “Oh,” I said, putting down my sketch pad. “You guys have been together for what, two months tops, and you’re thinking of going on a trip toget

Liam’s POV “So, what got you all worked up in the first place though? Work?” she inquired. “Yup. There's this murder case I'm working on right now. It’s for a high-profile client of mine so I’m trying to be at the top of my game, but it's honestly taking a toll on me. His trial is in two months and I can't wait for it to be done with,” I said. “Did he do it?” she asked, looking up at me, hopeful I'd say yes or no. “You know I can't tell you that, Emma,” I replied her, laughing. “But why?” she whined. “Because it’s a breach of my client’s confidentiality, plus it’s none of your damn business,” I said, still laughing. “Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, standing up and walking around the room. “So this is your room, huh? I’ve always wondered what it looked like in here and, honestly, this isn’t how I envisioned it at all. I expected it to be bland like downstairs but I see you took out your time to decorate up here,” she said, walking over to my collection of signed baseballs. “I me