บททั้งหมดของ Please! Marry Me Again : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

“Why am I even surprised?” Becky said aloud as she couldn't hold her fingers straight. It was the involuntary movement of her fingers that ended the phone call when she was talking to Diana. She felt irritated and she couldn't coordinate the thoughts in her brain. This was something drinking some glasses of alcoholic wine couldn't solve. There were things she needed to do to her secret husband who was in a coma. “I should have known this,” she moved around her room. “It didn't take time for Mr Alexander to find out that I am alive. He even went to my parents to inquire of me. What about my sister? Will she cooperate? She has always wanted my troubled mind. Was I naive? Didn't I know the capacity of Mr Alexander, a dubious man?” She pressed her fingers against her temple, tightening her eyes. Then she used her right leg to hit the stool near the bed out of anger. So frustrated that she didn't feel the pain on her leg as the stool turned upside down. “Is Mr Alexander actually dubi

“Don't do anything stupid, this is what you choose. I think it's too late, you just need to bear it for one year. I told you what would work, but you always put pleasure forward…..” Mr Grayson was listening to his dad on the phone as he spoke those words. Out of anger, he ended the call. It was 8:30pm and Grayson was feeling restless. The door to his bathroom was opened and he couldn't sit down. He stood near his window and he was putting on only his white boxers. But there was something odd. His manhood has erected, refusing to relax. On his body were drops of water. For the past thirty minutes, he has stood under the cold shower, thinking it would relax his nerves, still his erection refused to go down. Mr Grayson took his phone again, this time, he didn't call his dad, but called his close friend Leon, he was his childhood friend. In a heste, he said, “Where are you? Don't tell me you are out of the city. Where are you?” His eyes were on his protruded boxers. “I am at hom

“What is he up to?” That the first thought of Becky as she stretched her right hand with a smile to collect the rose. As a female, the way a male looks at you has so many meanings. Grayson has never been so polite to her since they met and worked closer. What Becky didn't know was that Grayson was deeply in love with her since she caressed her manhood, thinking it was Hudson. “I guess that is not what I am thinking?” She thought again as she walked into the sitting room. The sitting room was a different world of its own. She hasn't seen any place as decorated and furnished like this. The floor was like stepping on the surface of the combination of reflective glass and water. Grayson was a lover of art works and it didn't take long for he knew Becky also was someone who loved art works. “You love these paintings?” He asked as he led her inside the house. The sitting room was so large and apart from painted artwork, there were also sculptures. “Please sit down,” he said with h

Grayson had barely finished signing the last of the papers of the baby when he turned to find Becky still standing in the office, cradling the baby. Her eyes were fixed on the infant, an adorable girl with a captivating face. Becky couldn’t stop smiling as she rocked the baby gently in her arms.“Please, go to the car. I’ll join you shortly,” Grayson said, his tone firm yet calm.With a delighted expression, Becky nodded and left the building, carrying the baby to the car. Grayson waited until she was out of sight before pulling out his phone. He glanced around the room to ensure no one was paying him any undue attention, then dialed a number.“Did you see my text message?” he asked in a low voice.“Yes, sir, I saw it,” came the immediate reply from an older man, his tone deferential.“I need you to call her and her friend Diana. They’re the new hires. Reach out to her later today, preferably in the evening, and tell her she needs to undergo a medical check-up. Be sure to emphasize th

It was two days later, and Arthur was driving home when his phone beeped. The sound made him slow down, curious about the message. Just as he reached to pick up the phone, it rang. A call from an unfamiliar number flashed on the screen. He hesitated for a moment, then answered.“Hello?”“Good afternoon. Am I speaking with Mr. Arthur?” a soft, polite female voice asked.“Yes, this is Arthur. Who am I speaking with?”“This is Diana,” the voice replied smoothly. “My boss found your profile intriguing. She said you look very attractive and would like to hire you for the night.”Arthur smirked, his interest piqued. “It’s as easy as saying my name. When does she want it, oh, I mean, when does your boss want to meet?”“Tomorrow. Is that convenient for you?”“Perfectly fine,” Arthur replied without hesitation.“In that case, I’ll send you the hotel details and room number shortly,” Diana said confidently.“Great, Miss Diana,” Arthur said. Then he added with a playful tone, “Can I ask you some