บททั้งหมดของ Dear Mr. Billionaire, Our Marriage Is Just A Contract: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

CHAPTER 32: WHY ARE YOU WITH THE BOSS?RACHEL'S POVThe moment I step out of the car, I feel the weight of their eyes on me. A few of my colleagues are gathered near the entrance. I believe they just arrived a few minutes before us as they are yet to even settle down or compose themselves.Their conversations come to a sudden halt as they notice me coming out of Noah’s sleek black car, which is behind me, heading towards the general parking lot. The unspoken question is written all over their faces, and before I can make a discreet escape, one of them, Claire by name, steps forward. "Rachel?" she says, her tone laced with curiosity. "That's suspicious. Did you just get out of that car? Our Boss's car?"I school my expression into something neutral, feigning nonchalance. "Oh, yeah," I answer, shifting my purse on my shoulder. "Mr Noah happened to see me looking for a cab and offered a ride since we were heading in the same direction."There's a moment of silence as they process my w

CHAPTER 34: A SCAVENGER HUNT (2)RACHEL'S POVThe first clue hits my phone, and I glance down at it with a sigh. It reads: Find the oldest thing on the property and look within its roots.I glance up at Noah, who’s standing a few feet away, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. His usual cold expression is back, and I can’t decide if it’s frustration or boredom. Either way, it makes me a little nervous. I can’t afford to screw this up. "Well," I begin, trying to keep my tone light, "looks like we’re looking for something old and rooted. Any guesses?"Noah doesn’t answer right away, his gaze focused on the sprawling garden that stretches ahead of us. Then he shifts his attention to the large oak tree in the center of the lawn, its twisted branches reaching high into the sky. "That," he says simply, pointing to the tree.I stare at the tree for a moment, unsure. “The tree?”He nods once, his tone indifferent. “Oldest thing I see.”I frown, but I don’t argue. I might as well giv

CHAPTER 36: PUSH A LITTLERACHEL'S POVI haven't seen Noah since that humiliating night, and honestly, I don’t know if I’m relieved or frustrated. Either way, the event must go on, and I have no choice but to push through. Maybe not seeing him is better because, at least, I have control over my thoughts. The best part of it all is the camaraderie I’ve found with some of the other hotel staff. It makes everything a little more bearable.After finishing my round of serving, exhaustion seeps into my bones, and I decide to retreat to the staff lounge for a short break while almost finishing the snacks in my hand. The room is lit, with a few tired workers lounging on the couches or chatting in small clusters. My attention is drawn to a young woman in the center of a circle. She wears a crisp uniform with her hotel's logo embroidered on the pocket, and all eyes are fixed on her. I don't think that I have ever seen her before in any meeting but regardless, I move closer, curiosity filling me

CHAPTER 38: AROUSAL RACHEL'S POVI rush back to the hotel room, my mind still tangled with Sandra’s words. Would she tell people about my living situation with Noah? How would I even explain it? At first, I was going to pretend like I didn't care but now, I am thinking that I really do.I exhale heavily and sit on the bed, rubbing my forehead. A headache starts to creep in, but before I can process any more thoughts, the door swings open suddenly.Noah steps in, his gaze meeting mine for a brief, awkward moment before he looks away. There’s still this tension between us— something that’s been hanging in the air for a while now after the incident. To say we haven't been avoiding each other is an understatement. "Hi." I manage to greet him.“Hi. I need to get out of here for a while,” he finally says, his voice even, controlled. “So, I was wondering if you have any interest in coming. Do you want to?”I blink at him. “What?”He shoves a hand into his pocket and leans against the doo

CHAPTER 40: A WINNERNOAH'S POVThe morning light casts a warm glow across the room. I stretch slightly, feeling the unfamiliar lightness in my chest. My hand instinctively reaches out to the side, only to meet empty sheets. My brows furrow as I shift onto my elbow, scanning the room. She's not here.A small exhale leaves my lip as I sit up. Rachel must be up already and with her mates in the kitchen. I sit up, running a hand through my hair, and that's when it hits me—the memory of last night. A small, unconscious smile tugs at the corner of my lips before I quickly suppress it. I wonder, did she enjoy it? Or was it just the heat of the moment? My fingers brush over the space where she slept before I shake my head and get up. There's no time to dwell on this. There's only one day left before everything wraps up, and today’s event is important.After freshening up, I head to the venue, where the competition among the hotel staff is already underway. The energy in the air is palpabl