บททั้งหมดของ Don't Touch The Bride : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Cheryl He was already up, pinning my wrists above my head as I lay back against the desk. Then his phone rang, slicing through the moment like a knife. I could tell he didn’t want to answer it, not even a little bit. But the groan that left his throat was one of reluctant realization—something more pressing than having sex with me had just pulled him away. “You have to go?” I asked, sitting up and reaching for my clothes, trying not to look too disappointed. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s really important… I swear we’ll finish this at home, okay?” he said, looking genuinely apologetic. I nodded, offering him a small smile. “Yeah, it’s okay.” I started dressing, smoothing my clothes and fixing my hair so I wouldn’t walk out looking like someone who just got thoroughly wrecked by the CEO. Meanwhile, Miles answered his call, pacing slightly. When he hung up, he turned back to me. “Baby, I’m really sorry. You’re important to me—you know that, right? But…” “Miles, we see each other every d

Cheryl It’s our wedding anniversary. I’m going to pretend like I don’t expect a really nice gift from Miles today—though, honestly, I do. Maybe I’m more excited because of my gift to him. A dark blue suit. Not just any suit, either. I had it custom-designed, tailored down to every detail, because there’s just something about my man in a dark blue suit that makes me feel like getting pregnant every damn time. Every time Miles wears one, I lose my mind a little. So I got him one—sleek, luxurious, ridiculously expensive. Almost ten times more than the ones he casually throws on. And Miles doesn’t wear cheap clothes to begin with. He’s going to look sinful in it. He left early today. So early, he was gone before my alarm even rang. But I remember feeling his kisses. Several of them—soft, slow, and lingering—pressed to my cheek, my neck, my lips, before he disappeared into the morning. A bouquet of magenta tulips was waiting on my nightstand when I finally woke up, with a note

Cheryl“Anna,” I groaned, slipping into the seat in front of her desk.“You look great,” she said, winking at me.“What?” I rolled my eyes.“I’m sure you had a terrific weekend—with the wedding anniversary and getting an SUV model by Han Industries named after you. You’re living the dream, girl,” she whined.“Oh, shut up. Have you seen my car? It’s beautiful,” I shrieked.“People take pictures of the car everywhere I go. It’s crazy. I have the best husband in the whole world,” I groaned.“Hmmn hmmn. Lucky you. Now tell me what’s actually bothering you,” Anna said, seeing straight through my facade.“Fine,” I said. “I love my husband a lot, and I really, really love Miles. He is literally the best, but there’s so much about him that I don’t know—so much I don’t understand. And I don’t know if it’s the age gap or whatever…”“Calm down, honey. What exactly happened? And why do you have all these bottled-up emotions and things you haven’t communicated?” she asked.“He doesn’t finish in me

Cheryl“How do you feel? Marrying a little girl and breaking the law?” I teased Professor King, watching him grin beside me.We were all sprawled across beach chairs under the sun, some of us tanning, some just soaking in the warmth. The waves whispered in the distance, and everything about the breeze smelled like freedom.Professor King was seated next to me, and Anna—my best friend, now his wife—was lying flat against his chest like a literal cat in heat. I rolled my eyes. She was so obsessed. And Reuben was here too, somewhere nearby.“You realize your husband is old enough to be your grandpa, right?” Professor King teased back.I burst into laughter. “Okay, fine. But I can’t keep calling you ‘Professor King’ anymore. You married my best friend—you’re practically my best friend too now.”“I’ve literally told you a hundred times to call me Ahren,” he huffed. “But you kept calling me ‘professor’ anyway.”“Well,” I said, folding my arms behind my head and grinning, “things are going t

MilesCheryl suddenly disappeared on me, and she wasn’t picking up my calls or responding to my texts—not a single word from her just minutes before we were supposed to leave for home. And forgive me if I sound too worried or overly paranoid, but when she’s not with me, I can’t breathe right. It’s like a part of me is just hanging off the edge, waiting to collapse.She’s not prey—she’s never been. But there are predators everywhere. People who don’t give a damn what the ring on her finger means. People who think they can say anything, suggest anything. And for reasons I can’t explain, I don’t want her anywhere near the kind of idiots she was talking to yesterday. I don’t want her within earshot of their conversations. And now, somehow, she’s questioning whether I even love her. Questioning our entire marriage.How could she say that?How could she not know?I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration, pacing in place, chewing down the urge to punch something—or someone.“Hey… read