บททั้งหมดของ While Marrying Mr. Steele: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Ethan's pov "You really don’t know when to stop, do you?"Her voice cut through the silence of the hallway, sharp and shaking all at once.I didn’t move. My palm stayed flat against the wall by her head, my chest rising and falling like I’d just run ten miles.Her lips were swollen from my kiss. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes darted away from mine like she couldn’t bear to let me see just how much she wanted me back."Say something," she demanded.I dragged in a breath, letting it out slowly. “I can’t stop. That’s the problem.”She let out a short, humorless laugh and shoved at my chest. Hard enough that I stepped back.“You’re possessive. You don’t even see it.”“You think I don’t?” I shot back, my voice rising.She froze, staring at me like she wasn’t expecting me to answer.I raked a hand through my damp hair, gripping the back of my neck. “You keep pushing me away. Every damn time I try to fix things, you push harder. Is this what you want? You want to punish me? Fine. Punish me. B

POV: Ethan"Where the hell did she go?"That was the first thought that cut through the morning haze as I stirred and found the other side of the bed cold and empty.I sat up slowly, running a hand over my face. My body still ached pleasantly from the night before, but the sting of her absence burned hotter than anything else.Her pillow was untouched. She hadn’t even pretended to lie back down.I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and pushed myself upright, muttering under my breath. “Figures…”The cane clicked against the floor as I made my way to the bathroom, then dressed quickly. My shirt was wrinkled, my tie knotted haphazardly — but all I could think about was where she’d gone, and why she hadn’t bothered to wake me.When I finally limped into the dining room, the clatter of cutlery and low murmur of voices filled the air. And there she was.She was sitting at a corner table near the windows, the morning light catching on the soft waves of her hair. My heart tightened at the

“Amelia?”Her name slipped out before I could stop it. The space beside me was empty, the bedsheets cool and bunched. Only the faintest trace of her scent lingered on the pillow—something floral and familiar, like jasmine on warm skin. I sat up slowly, blinking against the thin morning light that leaked through the curtains. I waited for a sound, well the creak of the bathroom door, the distant clang of dishes in the kitchen, a footstep but nothing came.I got out of bed and pulled on the closest shirt, wincing as I put weight on my leg. The old injury still liked to remind me it was there. I limped through the hallway, calling her name again.“Amelia?”The guest room was empty. So was the kitchen, the patio. Even the laundry room, though I didn’t know what I was expecting to find there.By the time I stepped outside, my chest felt tight with unease. The air smelled of salt and sun, the sky too clear, too still for the way my thoughts raced. Something didn’t feel right.And then I he

POV: AmeliaWe did not infact keep our hands to ourselves."Fuck, I'm dripping wet." I said the moment we made it to the elevators. To be fair, I was already tipsy.Ethan groaned like I was hurting him. "don't say stuffs like that and expect me to keep my hands to myself, Woman."The elevator doors slid shut with a soft chime, cutting off the distant hum of music from the ballroom. I stood beside Ethan, arms crossed tight over my chest, trying not to look at him. My breath still hadn’t evened out. My lips still tingled. My heart was a mess.I hated the way he always did this—showed up, threw me off balance, kissed me like he needed me more than air—and then left me to piece myself back together.He didn’t touch me now, didn’t speak either, but the space between us buzzed. Charged. I couldn’t keep still. I shifted from foot to foot, clutching the small purse in my hands like it held all my composure.The elevator seemed to take forever.When the doors finally opened to our floor, I wal

POV: Amelia“What the actual fuck, Amelia?”That was how Ethan greeted me when he walked into the suite and saw me standing there—in nothing but black lace and bare nerves.But he was grinning from ear to ear like a kid handed candy.My heart was hammering and my skin buzzed. I was cold, but I was on fire. I got this silly idea to dress up like this because I wanted to actually enjoy this vacation.Plus I was ovulating.I raised my chin and tried to sound braver than I felt. “You forgot your wife existed. I thought I’d remind you.”His eyes dragged down my body, slowly like he was devouring me. He didn’t move right away. He just stood there, the door clicking shut behind him, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch me. Like he didn’t deserve it.But I wanted him to.“Is this your way of punishing me?” he asked, his eyes undressing me.“Because it’s working.”“No,” I whispered, walking toward him slowly. “This is me giving you one last chance to remember where home is.”He met me