Lahat ng Kabanata ng Surrogate Wife For The Mysterious Billionaire : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The ride back to the mansion from Damon’s office was so tense. The city lights blurred outside the window of the Mercedes Benz, but neither Scarlett nor Damon was looking at the view. Scarlett sat stiffly against the seat, her hands tightly clenching her clutch. The beautiful emerald silk dress, which had made her feel so elegant just hours ago, now felt like a heavy burden."I still can't believe you let me sleep through a very important family dinner," Scarlett said, her voice sharp with a mix of exhaustion and genuine anxiety. She turned her head to glare at Damon, who sat with his profile lighted by the passing streetlights, looking entirely too calm. "You don't understand, Damon. I was the one who took the call. I was the one who promised her we wouldn't be late. Do you have any idea how disrespectful this makes me look? On our very first official family event, you decide to just... not show up?"Damon didn't flinch at her tone. He kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his hands

SCARLETT The morning sun was shining mercilessly through the huge glass windows, blinding me as I wrestled my way out of the heavy grip of my sleep. My heart was thumping violently against my ribs, my skin felt hot and sticky, and my breathing was completely shallow. I blinked hard as the bright light stinged my eyes as i tried to shake the incredibly vivid images from my brain. The dream had felt so real. I could still feel the hot sensation of Damon’s large, hot hands dragging slowly up my thighs, the rough bark of the trees scraping against her back, and the intense, suffocating heat of his naked body pressed firmly against mine.I let out a soft, shaky breath, as my fingers clutched the silk sheets as i tried to calm my racing pulse. It was just a dream, i kept telling myself. A stupid, chaotic, frustrating dream."Wake up!" The cold, sharp voice snapped me completely out of my daze, felt like it was popping the lingering bubble of the fantasy like a balloon.I bolted upright in

It’s been two weeks since Damon travelled and today I decided to do what Damon asked—shop.After a long week of cooking—a lot of cooking with Grace which I enjoyed by the way—i finally decided to go out today.I hadn’t stepped out of the house ever since I got here and I think now is the best time.I’ve been cramped up here, I need sunlight in my skin. I changed into a white corporate short, and a white tank top and a brown belt. I let my hair down and wore brown channel slides. Wore gold chunky bracelets to spice things up. I wanted to keep it simple and I did just that.After being satisfied with my look, I left the house.Damon had previously told Tom to drive me anywhere so I went to him.“I’m looking for two new pieces,” I said to the salesman at the store. “A statement piece, and something simple I can wear every day.” For the next thirty-five minutes, the salesman walked me through the store’s finest. He was actually an excellent salesperson—knowledgeable about the products an

The next couple of weeks had gone well and Scarlett was getting better. Everyday she was glowing better than the previous day. We’ve been talking and spending time together, even though I try not to but I just did it so she doesn’t get bored alone. Grace went to see her granddaughter again and thankfully my butler arrived the same day. We were all by ourselves which meant we had to cook or starve and I chose the former. I would have asked Scarlett but with everything that has happened, I prefer to do it myself.“You cooked?” She asked with wide eyes when I called her downstairs. I nodded with pride filling my chest. I haven’t cooked in a long time. But seeing Scarlett happy to taste food made by me brought tiny bubbles to my stomach. I should cook more. I made Creamy garlic pasta and garlic bread. Grace taught me how to make this before I went to college.“Hm, it looks yummy and creamy.” I pulled out a seat for her. I waited In anticipation as she took her first bite. She chewed.

It has become a routine for both Damon and Scarlett, that neither of them openly acknowledge but they both followed strictly.Every single day for the past few days, Damon never stayed in the office past four o’clock. Julian was baffled but had to stop questioning the sudden clearing of his afternoon schedules. Damon didn’t care what anyone else thought. The moment the clock struck three-thirty, his focus dissolves completely. He just wanted to get home. More specifically, he wanted to get his study.By four o’clock sharp, Damon would pull his car into the driveway of the estate, toss his suit jacket on the armchair in the foyer and head straight up the western wing where his study was located. The scene was always the same as the first time with Scarlett standing right in the center of the room, completely lost in her own world. His new routine was simple, sit in the chair in the corner of the room with his laptop open and him pretending to work. But the truth was, he barely glance