Lahat ng Kabanata ng Taming My Cold Husband : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Stepping out of the limo with Leslie's hand in his, Julian smiled politely at the cameras and watched as Arthur came forward and enveloped Leslie in a hug. Her aura was glistening."My wife... I'm sure she doesn't understand how radiant she is," Julian thought. As if hearing his thoughts, Leslie looked at him, a smile blushing up her cheeks."Are you ready, little girl?" Arthur asked, concerned. He had quite a reputable reputation in Chelsea, and many art critics and some famous judges around New York would be present today. He was feeling anxious for Leslie.Leslie's confident smile bloomed. "Calm down, Arthur, it'll be fine. I'll be fine.""Oh, how beautiful you are, Leslie, my dear," a woman in a faint yellow empire dress said as they entered further into the gallery. Arthur smiled at her."Come over here, honey, come say hello." The woman reached and drew Leslie into a hug."Oh, my dear, it's so nice to finally meet you.""Thank you, ma'am, it's nice to meet you too," Leslie smil

Julian had to be injected with a sedative as they rushed back home. Calls repeatedly came in on both Julian's and Leslie's phones, so she switched both of them off. The weight on her heart deepened even more as she looked over at Julian on their matrimonial bed, looking pale and haggard. The sedative had taken a long time to take effect. He clenched her wrist tightly leaving red marks because of the intensity of his grip as she sat down beside him, tears streaming down her face.The dull lighting of the magnificent bedroom casting dim shades on Julian's face. "Oh, Julian, I can't bear to see you in this pain. How could Alexander deliberately trigger you like this?" Her hatred was bone-deep. But what she found confusing were Vanessa's words: *This is only the beginning.* *What did she mean by that?* She knew Vanessa could be bratty, but that level of hatred?, and for what reason? Her mind reeled. Her dad was on his deathbed, her art exhibit failed, the Blackwood name is in the mud, an

After two days of absence, Julian finally returned to the company. He sat at the head of the table in the conference room. The room was packed with tension as the weakness and vulnerability he displayed with Leslie were all gone. His hardened gaze sized up everyone in the room, and they held their breaths. Mr. Ashluxe sat up straighter, wiping the sweat from his forehead and setting his lips in a thin line."S-so, Master Blackwood, we've all gathered here to—" Julian chuckled, cutting him off, his eyes calculating the man."So that's why you came for the exhibit," he chuckled some more, and the board of directors gave each other confused looks."Look here, young man!" A pudgy man with thick blond beards stood up and slammed his fists on the table. "We all saw the news yesterday! The Blackwood name is in the mud! You have disgraced all of us! The phones have been ringing all morning in the HR department, deals are being retracted and canceled, and you sit down there acting like the lea

The musty cold air that filled Julian's office made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He moved around the place like a man confident in his surroundings, even in the dark. He had decided to cancel Philip coming with him at the last minute—not because he didn't trust him, but because he wasn't ready to risk his safety. Anything could happen, and with the number of guards he saw downstairs—albeit new ones—Alexander had replaced all his loyal men with riffraffs.Most of Alexander's personal belongings had been moved to Julian's office. He smirked when he saw Alexander's laptop perched proudly on the huge teakwood table. "Did he actually think those guards would keep me out?" he muttered to himself, a sinister smile on his face as he approached the laptop and took a seat. The familiar warmth of his chair suddenly comforted him.He didn't bother with the password; instead, he took a flash drive out of his pocket and inserted it into the laptop. After a few seconds, it automatical

Julian couldn't think straight as he speed-walked back into the house. His mind was gradually becoming foggy, and the edges of his vision darkened. He faintly heard Leslie's voice, but the throbbing in his head made it hard for him to think of anything other than getting rid of the pain. "I'm a mistake. I wasn't supposed to be born. No wonder, no wonder Mother always looked at me like I was dirt. I am dirt, just a stupid mistake, a product of assault," those vile words kept pressing hard on him as he felt pressure clamping down on his neck. He managed to enter his serene office miraculously. Suddenly, Leslie's petite frame was hugging him from behind,her soft body aligning with his."Julian," she rasped, her voice sounding pained like she could physically feel all the turmoil he was going through. Unlike any other time, he didn't push her away. He turned to face her and sank into her comforting embrace, his hands trembling at their sides."Calm down, my love," Leslie said, patting hi