ENTANGLED WITH MY CONTRACTED HUSBAND のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

He had attempted to do the proper thing, but presently it appeared like everything was falling separated. He felt a profound sense of lament, wishing he may go back and handle things in an unexpected way. At long last, Sanctuary talked once more, his voice cold and removed. “I ought to go. I can’t bargain with this right now.” Matthew needed to halt him, to undertake and settle things, but he knew there was nothing he might say that would make this superior. “Haven, I’m truly too bad. I never needed any of this to happen.” Haven didn’t react. He fair turned and strolled out the door, taking off Matthew standing there, feeling just like the ground had fair been tore out from beneath him. As the entryway clicked closed, Matthew sank back onto the love seat, burying his confront in his hands. He had fair misplaced his best.Alexis sat in the rich living room of the penthouse she shared with Haven, her spouse. The room was a picture of cutting edge luxury—sleek, moderate furniture, quieted

The first step was to get it what had gone wrong. Haven knew Alexis cherished him—at least, she had cherished him once. Their marriage hadn’t been idealised, but it had been strong. Or so he thought. He needed to figure out when things had changed, and why she had turned to Matthew, of all individuals. And after that once he knew, he would make an arrangement to bring her back to him. Haven gulped down the whiskey in one go, the burn of the liquor doing small to ease the tie of pressure in his chest. He knew what he had to do. It was time to stand up to Matthew. The following day, Haven drove to Matthew’s flat with a sense of horrid reason. He had attempted to stifle the fuming energy that bubbled inside him, but each passing mile appeared to feed the fire higher. His knuckles were white as he grasped the steering wheel, his jaw clenched so firmly it throbbed. When he at long last arrived at Matthew’s flat, he didn’t bother with greetings. Haven knocked on the door, his clench hands

Haven felt a string of disappointment. “Is everything okay?” he inquired, attempting to keep his tone light. “You seem… calm tonight.” Alexis looked out the window, her fingers playing with the sew of her dress. “I’m fine, Haven,” she said delicately. “Just… thinking.” “About what?” Haven squeezed, incapable to keep the edge of uneasiness from inching into his voice. Alexis murmured, a sound so delicate it nearly got misplaced within the murmur of the car motor. “Nothing important,” she mumbled. Haven grasped the steering wheel a little more tightly. He needed to calm her, but he could feel the distance between them broadening with each passing moment. He stopped the car and led her to the restaurant , a curious, housetop bistro that ignored the twinkling city lights underneath. The air was crisp, and the fragrance of new flowers encompassed them. “Wow,” Alexis said, her eyes flicking over the scene. “It’s… beautiful.” Haven felt a surge of help. “I knew you’d like it,” he said wi

Matthew’s face solidified, a muscle jerking in his jaw. "It’s not like that," he said discreetly, but there was an edge to his voice presently. "You were far off, Haven. You were continuously so caught up in your claim world, your work, your… everything. She felt alone, and I was there." Haven felt a sting of blame at Matthew's words, but he rapidly pushed it aside. "So what? That makes it better? You think you’re the saint here, swooping in to spare her from her own marriage?" Matthew's eyes flared. "I didn’t need this to happen, okay? But I can’t offer help how I feel. I… I love her, Haven." The words hung in the air like a bomb, and for a minute, Haven couldn't breathe. He gazed at Matthew, trying to prepare the weight of what he had just listened to. "You love her?" he rehashed, his voice low, nearly a snarl. Matthew gestured, his face set in a decided expression. "Yes, I love her. And she loves me." The confession hit Haven like a punch to the intestine. He felt his world til

“Going out again?” he inquired, his voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of disturbance. Alexis didn’t see him straightforwardly, centering instead on applying her makeup. “Yes, Matthew and I are going to that new art display downtown. The one I said last week.” Haven’s forehead wrinkled, his dissatisfaction bubbling to the surface. “With Matthew, again?” She turned to face him, her expression cool and composed. “He’s been there for me, Haven. Something you’ve been too busy doing.” Haven’s eyes obscured, and he pushed off the door, taking a step closer. “Is this what it’s all about, Alexis? Parading around with Matthew like he’s—” “Like he’s what?” Alexis hindered, her voice rising. “Like he’s somebody who really cares about how I feel? Since that’s precisely what he is. He listens to me, he makes time for me, and he doesn’t make me feel like I’m an afterthought.” Haven recoiled like she had slapped him, the truth of her words cutting more deep than he cared to concede. He ha