All Chapters of The Disabled CEO is my Husband. : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Diane was practically buzzing with excitement as she helped Elise get ready. It was well known that she was always energetic and cheerful, but today there was an extra excitement to it that topped up the whole icing. “Ma’am, when I heard the talk about it, I was so so excited. It even made me jump out of bed.” “Mmm…” Elise smiled. “And the sweetest part, you are going shopping today. I think today is so blessed. Everything began to feel right from the day you sat in that garden.”She suddenly turned her face to Elise as if a realization had hit her. “Wow,” she mouthed. “Is something good happening in your horoscope? It feels like it.”“Okay, that’s enough.” Elise shook her head with a light chuckle. Quickly, Diane placed her hand on her lips. “I am sorry, I know I talk too much. I’m sorry, I will just prepare your bath.”“Yeah, you should.” Elise nodded. She enjoyed it when Diane talked, though it got uncomfortable for her a few times. Yet, she was grateful for Alejandro’s choice

Back at the store, Diane twirled the shopping bag in her hand as she waited for Elise to return. She had picked a couple of clothes that she liked, and what was left was for Elise to pay as she promised. Undeniably, Elise had spent some time and it was already beginning to worry Diane. But she stayed put, lightly tapping the bag against her legs. A few more minutes and she would check for her. But before she counted to 10, the door of the dressing room opened and Elise stepped out. Contrasting how she had walked in, she looked dull. But Diane ignored it anyway and rushed to her. “Do you like the dress?” Immediately she reached her, she probed. Her lips were still curved in excitement as she waited for a response. Elise blinked, raising her face to her. “Huh?”“I mean, the one you went to try on.” “Right! The dress.” Her mind took a second to process the question and it was only then that she realized that she had not even come out of the room with it. “Umm…” she stuttered slowl

Seeing the food initially, she had thought that she would take just three spoons and bring up an attitude about why she didn’t want to eat. Instead, she cleared every single thing on the plate, and the only thing that kept her from asking for more was the fear of seeming like a glutton.Alejandro must have noticed because a knowing smirk tugged at his lips as she cleared everything. “I’ll take that as a thank you for making me eat,” he murmured, setting the empty dish aside.Elise stiffened. “I wasn’t that hungry, I just did not want to waste food” she muttered, turning her face away.“Sure you weren’t.” His deep chuckle made her feel uneasy and she almost began regretting why she had not kept up with the not wanting to eat act.Before she could muster a comeback, Alejandro shifted, guiding her to lean back against the headrest. She blinked in confusion as he reached for her foot, pulling it gently onto his lap.“What are you doing?” Elise probed, blinking as she tried to raise hersel

Yes, she knew she had a problem with communication. It was not like she never tried.Before she got into this arrangement with Alejandro, she was communicating her needs when her parents tossed her into it. Even with Alejandro, she had always been clear with what she wanted from the start. And when the time came, for him to keep to his words from the ‘communication,’ he acted like no conversation was ever heard. Different scenarios, but the same results repeated itself.Elise was starting to believe that every time she opened her mouth to communicate, the universe took it as an invitation to throw her into even worse situations that she had not asked for.Now sitting alone on the edge of her bed, she was still reeling in thoughts, wondering what the surprise was that Alejandro had for her. What were the chances that it was not the calm before the storm? She chuckled wearily at the thought that crossed through her head. As much as she wanted to wave it off as being too extreme, it w

As soon as she arrived back home, Elise moved straight to her room and shut the door behind her. Her pulse was still raised from the confrontation with her parents and as much as she had acted like she was strong in their presence, she was not. Once she settled on her bed, she exhaled forcefully, pressing a hand on her forehead. The rush of adrenaline she had felt was fading, and now the emptiness of the whole situation was settling in her chest. Over and over again, the people that had caused her pain were the people that she cared about. Regardless of how she had acted indifferent towards them, a sure reality was that these people were her family. Talking about the murder that way was not part of her plan, but deep down, she hoped that they would think over it and be willing to change. But what were the odds? She took in another deep breath, shutting her eyes tight as though it helped clear the noise in her head. Long enough, she had understood that love was not what she shou