บททั้งหมดของ ENTANGLED WITH MY CONTRACTED HUSBAND : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Damon’s face was obscured. “Think? Are you joking with me? You dragged me into this mess, and now you need to back out?” Matthew took a deep breath, venturing back. “I’m not backing out. I just… I just want to be sure it’s done right.” Haven’s mind hustled. He could see Matthew’s struggle, the breaks in his aura. He needed to keep pushing, to abuse that instability. “You know this isn’t right, Matthew,” he encouraged. “You’re way better than this.” Matthew’s eyes flashed with outrage. “Better? Better than what, Haven? Better than you, who has everything?” Haven’s wife leaned forward, straining against her bonds. “Matthew, please… you’ve been our companion for so long. Don’t toss it all away for this.” For a minute, Matthew appeared to falter, his eyes softening. But at that point Damon, detecting his hesitation, seized his arm. “Get a hold, man. You need him gone, or don’t you?” Matthew pulled his arm free, a flash of resistance in his expression. “I need him to know what it’s l

“Please,” Haven wheezed, pushing the door wider. “We’re being chased. We need help.” The woman’s eyes broadened as she saw their fear-stricken faces. She looked past them, saw the dull figures drawing nearer through the trees, and her expression solidified. “Get inside,” she said, pulling the door open more extensively. “Quickly!” Haven and his wife ran in, and the lady hammered the door closed behind them, locking it with a speedy turn of her wrist. “They won’t get in here,” she said, her voice calm and unfaltering. “I’ve got a rifle, and I know how to use it.” “Thank you,” she whispered, tears of relief gushing down her face. “Thank you so much.” The lady gestured, her eyes sharp and evaluating. “We got to call the police,” she said, moving toward a little table where an old-fashioned landline phone sat. “They’ll handle this.” Haven gestured, still catching his breath. Outside , they seemed to listen to Matthew and Damon yelling, their voices developing fainter as they realized th

The precinct was buzzing with movement as Detective Harris arrived at her work area. A cold, gray light sifted through the blinds, casting long shadows over the room. She tasted her coffee, trusting the caffeine would kick in before long. The past few weeks had been tenacious, ever since the endeavoured kidnapping of Haven and Alexis. But nowadays, there was a distinctive vitality within the air, a sense of looming determination. “Harris,” her accomplice, Detective Sam, called from over the room. He was holding a file in one hand and his phone within the other, his expression a blend of horrid assurance and expectation. “They’ve got them.” Harris’s heart skipped a beat. “Matthew and Damon?” Sam gestured. “Both of them. SWAT picked them up around an hour before. They're holding them now.” Harris put down her coffee and got her coat. “Let’s go.” The drive to the station where Matthew and Damon were being held was tense. Sam explored the roads with the ease of somebody who’d done it

Alexis considered him, her look narrowing as she attempted to peruse the feelings that flashed over his face. She had seen the same constrained grin each day for the past few weeks, a fragile cover that he wore to keep her at a distance. She knew something was wrong, but Haven had been so closed off recently, his activities whimsical and his mind somewhere else. He was continuously diverted, continuously lost in a few faraway thoughts that he wouldn’t share with her. It harmed, feeling like he was slipping absent. “You’ve been like this for days now,” Alexis said, her voice tinged with concern. “You barely eat, you’re continuously lost in your head, and I can’t keep in mind the last time you rested through the night. What’s going on, Haven?” Haven rubbed the back of his neck, the pressure coiling more tightly with each word she talked. He needed to tell her, to just get it all out, but the words stuck in his throat like spiked glass. How could he clarify the nightmares? How could he

"I just don’t like being absent from you." Alexis inclined into him, resting her head against his chest. They sat like that for a minute, the calm of the morning wrapping around them like a warm cover. Haven breathed in the recognizable fragrance of her cleanser and closed his eyes, attempting to memorize this minute. He knew it was silly—he was as it were going to be gone for a week—but something around this trip felt diverse. She looked up at him, her eyes looking at his face. "Is there something you’re not telling me?" Haven wavered, at that point shook his head. "No, it’s just the regular pre-travel butterflies. You know me." Alexis didn’t seem persuaded, but she didn’t press the issue. Indeed, she came up and kissed him delicately. Haven reacted, his hands sliding to her midsection as he pulled her closer. The kiss developed, and for a minute, all of his stresses softened absent. It was just the two of them, their breaths blending, their bodies squeezed together, and everything e