บททั้งหมดของ SECOND CHANCE WHIT MR. AMNESIA CEO: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Christian quickly covers my mouth, indicating that the driver might overhear. I realize the risk I was about to take and turned my head, staring out of the window. Arriving at the restaurant, I notice everything is perfectly arranged. Our table is reserved, and the food is exquisite. Christian keeps regaling me with tales from his life and inquiring about my children's preferences, but my mind wanders elsewhere. How can I enjoy a meal with my boss after what happened and Luis's ominous threats? Reporters snap pictures of us, yet my boss seems pleased with the attention. Is he relishing my discomfort? Despite my silence, a creeping fear grows within me that a certain woman will uncover the truth sooner than expected. We returned to the company after lunch and resumed our work. We had already prepared two more presentations for our new project, but my thoughts were elsewhere. As I was preparing to leave, my phone rang. I listened to the caller, feeling a shiver run down my spine. I

Now he just had to get hold of Isabella's employment contract to prove that she was married to Christian. Maybe they've already got it in the system, and it's easy for him to get it. Let's see, how annoying! Have they put a password so that no one can see it? Let's see if mine goes through. Yes, how nice. Look at him here, it is true that she has the surname Thompson. Why does she have a trial contract? What does this mean? Never mind, that's not important, Luis, concentrate on your business. I'll take a picture and send it to you. I'd better find someone to do it, so I don't give you a reason to fire me. This is all very strange. If Isabella is the boss's wife, why does she need a trial contract? That must be a lie. How is Isabella going to get married without inviting her parents to her wedding? Although Dad told me she was living all this time with her grandparents and a beautiful girl she brought with her from Paris. What secret is hidden, Isabella? Really, all this time when n

The doctor, Alfonso, hands him a hydrating drink that Santiago sips slowly as instructed by the pleased man."Seems like you're feeling better now, with what I gave you, you won't vomit anymore. And the shaking will pass in a while. Don't fall into that woman's traps again, my friend! I have to tell you, everything that comes from her is dangerous. See? You're already stopping shaking, soon you won't feel that discomfort.""I'm very glad, I don't like vomiting, I never have. And I feel better, thank you my friend. When I woke up, I didn't think clearly, I got scared and ran here even though you told me not to, don't worry, I'll make sure nothing happens to you. Damn it, I hate vomiting!""No one likes vomiting, Santiago. Now go, I have other patients to attend to, I'm not your personal doctor. Let me know if you feel anything, no matter what time it is, I'll come see you right away. Although I don't think I'll give you anything else. See you later and remember your appointment this w

She hugged her tightly, seeing how excited she was, and from that position, she observed Christian with the children seated on the kitchen counter, with a huge tub of ice cream open, and the three of them eating directly from it with spoons. She slowly turned her grandmother around, who, upon seeing the scene, started laughing."Leave them be, Bella. The three of them are happy."She moved forward until she was in the kitchen. Christian looked at her and continued talking with the children, who were telling him many things in French. He spoke it very well too, which surprised her, and he turned to her with a huge smile.“I just remembered that I speak French, Bella! I just remembered something else! Thank you, thank you so much for coming into my life, Isabella!” He stepped forward and hugged her, feeling emotional. She returned the hug, feeling happy for him. Maybe fate brought them together because they both needed each other, she thought, slowly pulling away. Christian held her b

We finished getting dressed, took everything we thought we would need, and off we went, looking like a happy couple. Christian at the wheel, me in the passenger seat, and my children in their seats in the back."How did you know the company is full of journalists?" I ask suspiciously, right now everything seems like a plan of his."The doorman called me.""What are we going to do now, Christian? I don't like all this fuss! If I had known you were so famous, I wouldn't have gotten you into this," I say, truly convinced of it, I should have found out first before proposing this to him."You didn't get me into anything, Bella," he replies very seriously. "I made the decision, I'm not going to lie to you, I'm very happy to do it.""Don't forget that it's all a show, Christian, and one day it will end," I remind him, but I get no response.We arrived at his house, he got out and released the children, as if it were something he did every day, they ran off ha