All Chapters of Secret Marriage To My Brother's Best friend : Chapter 151 - Chapter 157

Liamdammit. Turns out choosing to work on a painting at the gallery was a bad idea, now I’m stuck here alone during this thunderstorm, and the lights are flickering. The day seemed to fly by after my earlier brush with Lily, and that pretty much set the tone for a bad day. I just don’t get it.Every attempt I make to get closer to her—for work reasons of course—ends up being met with coldness and hostility, and now I’m done trying. I’m getting to my limits gradually, and as soon as I can’t tolerate the strain anymore, I’ll dismiss her. That would be much better for both our sakes. Good riddance.I sit, eyes strained on my phone as I try to find some way to pass time, because I have no idea what else to do. My back hurts from sitting in the uncomfortable wooden chair for so long and the growling from my stomach only makes it worse. A sigh escapes my lips as I take a glance at the clock at the other end of the room.10pm. Shit. I’ve not been at the gallery at this hour since my early da

LilyTurns out saying no to a date with one of New York’s most eligible bachelors is a near impossible task, even for me. In my defense, Christie didn’t make it easy for me either. We’ve been going at it all day, with her giving me a million and one reasons why I should go out with Liam. Sometimes I wonder if she has my best interests at heart.“The guy’s a flirt. He’s no good, no different from all my exes.” I argue, time and time again but she won’t hear of it. Her stubbornness and insistence has me wanting to strangle her.“It’s wrong to judge a book by the cover,” she says, and before I could argue any further, she goes off on a tangent. So now here I am, standing in front of the mirror, my hair in an elegant chignon, wearing a strapless black dress that shows off just enough cleavage and curves without looking slutty. The bodice isn’t too low, not too tight or too loose, but just right. An emerald necklace with diamonds hangs around my neck, which matches my emerald earrings and

The waiter appears a few seconds later and takes our order. Once we make our selections, he bows his head politely and leaves the two of us to ourselves.Neither of us says anything while we eat. All of our concentration is focused on keeping our eyes on our respective meals, although I catch him stealing occasional glances in my direction.“So..” Liam finally says, clearing his throat. “I’ve been waiting to ask…”“Yeah?”“Why does it feel like you hate me?” He asks bluntly, his gaze piercing into mine.“Huh?” I mumble dumbly, completely caught off guard by his question.“Up until yesterday, we’ve been at each other’s throats. First you steal my meal at the food truck, then there's the endless banter at the office.”I drop my fork onto my plate, placing my elbows on the tabletop and resting my chin in my hands. “Are we seriously doing this? You’re gonna ruin a perfect evening?”He shrugs. “I don’t want to. But if we’re going to have an amicable working relationship, I need to know wha