ENTANGLED WITH MY CONTRACTED HUSBAND のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Matthew inclined forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "I just need you to be strong, Alexis. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. And in case it means letting you go, at that point... at that point I’ll do it." Tears welled in Alexis’s eyes as she listened to him. She had gone through so long trying to make everybody else strong that she had overlooked to consider her own feelings. Presently, faced with the choice, she realised that no matter what choice she made, somebody would get hurt. They sat there in hush, the weight of implicit words hanging between them. At long last, Alexis stood up, wiping her eyes. "I need more time, Matt. I can’t make this choice right now." Matthew gestured, standing up close to her. "Take all the time you need," like he rehashed, in spite of the fact that this time there was a calm acknowledgement in his voice. "I’ll be here. No matter what." As Alexis strolled away, she felt an unusual blend of help and pity. The choice still loomed over her, but for

The line went dead once more, and Haven felt a surge of dissatisfaction and defenselessness. But at the moment, he had a clue—his wife was in a warehouse, and there were machines. It wasn’t much to develop on, but it was something. He called Matthew once more, telling what his wife had told him. “That’s a start,” Matthew said. “There are a couple of mechanical ranges within the city that fit that description. I’ll get some individuals to check them out. Meanwhile , we got to make a move on that call. We can’t bear to squander any time.” Haven concurred, in spite of the fact that his mind was already racing ahead to what he would do another. He knew that Damon would be observing, holding up for him to create the declaration. He needed to purchase more time, but he too was needed to act rapidly. The city was washed within the passing on light of the late evening, casting long shadows that appeared to increase with the pressure brewing between Haven and Matthew. The two men stood on th

"Let's get through this." The warehouse was an antique of the city’s mechanical past, a gigantic, rotting structure that lingered over the encompassing neighborhood like an apparition from another time. The windows were boarded up, and the light came from a couple of scattered road lights that scarcely punctured the obscurity. Haven and Matthew arrived just some time before 9 PM. The road was frightfully calm, the kind of silence that felt unnatural in a city that was as a rule so lively. Haven ’s heart beat in his chest as they drew nearer the entrance, a gigantic metal door that looked like it hadn’t been used in a long time.Haven came out of his car, the rock crunching beneath his feet as he balanced the collar of his coat. His sende were on alert, each strand of his hair mindful of the peril that hidden within the obscurity. The wind yelled through the broken windows, carrying with it a cold metallic fragrance that made his stomach turn. It had been weeks since his wife had bee

Haven’s heart skipped a beat as Damon signaled to the door. Two of Damon’s men appeared, dragging a figure into the room. Haven’s breath caught in his throat as he recognized the disheveled shape of his spouse. Her dress was torn, and her face was bruised, but she was alive. Haven’s heart hurt as he took in her look, the torment in her eyes breaking his resolve. He battled to his feet, his whole body trembling with seethe and help. “Babe!” he called out, his voice dry. Alexis lifted her head, her eyes filled with tears as she met his look. “Haven,” she whispered, her voice scarcely capable of being heard. Damon observed the get-together with a turned smile, his arms crossed over his chest. “Touching, isn’t it.” Haven's breath came in shallow as he tried to keep his vision in a faintly lit passage. The cold, stone dividers squeezed in on him, and the harsh haziness appeared to swallow him entire. His heart beat in his chest like a war drum, resounding within the hush. He had mispl

The cramped room was cold, the air overwhelming with the fragrance of anxiety and fear. The dim light from a single bulb glinted overhead, casting faint shadows on the broken concrete dividers. Haven couldn’t really see his spouse, but he could listen to her laboured breathing from over the room. He strained against the ropes that bound his wrists to the chair, his muscles throbbing from hours of battle. His eyes looked around the room, looking for any sign of an escape. "Matthew, what the hell is going on?" Haven's voice was blunt, filled with outrage and perplexity. Matthew ventured forward, his face in part lit up. He had a bizarre, nearly fulfilled see in his eyes, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “You don’t get it, do you, Haven? You never did.” She blended in her chair, lifting her head somewhat. “Why are you doing this?” she inquired, her voice trembling. Matthew walked closer, his look settled on her. “Because, I've continuously loved you always and forever. Eve