Semua Bab My Contracted Husband Is My Boss (Eng Ver.): Bab 121 - Bab 130

Liliana’s Point of ViewThe day has finally come—time to shop for groceries for my birthday tomorrow.Yes, this is what I really planned to do. I told everyone I wanted something simple, nothing grand. And of course, I’d be joined by none other than my most handsome contracted husband.Kidding… but not really.We were both dressed and ready to go. I wore a flowy dress, doll shoes, and let my long hair down. I even did my makeup just right—enough that people at the mall might not recognize me. I didn’t want anyone randomly seeing me. I even had my hair curled to make it soft and wavy. Looking in the mirror, I had to admit... I looked even prettier than usual.Just then, I felt arms wrap around me from behind. I turned slightly and saw Asher, his head resting gently on my shoulder.“You smell so good, my wife,” he whispered.Then he kissed the side of my neck, sending shivers down my entire body. Damn it! This man really knows how to get under my skin.“Hubby,” I said, trying to sound s

Liliana’s Point of ViewI lowered my phone, my mind still loading—trying to process what just happened. Maeve? That’s what he called me. The man we saw at the ground floor. The same man everyone warned me to stay away from. He was the one who sent that message.Asher’s mood noticeably shifted when he first saw that guy, and I didn’t want to ruin our day, so I chose to ignore the message and put my phone away.We finally arrived at a stunning boutique, and I couldn’t help but gape in awe at how beautiful everything looked.Asher stepped out first and gently assisted me out of the car. We were about to walk in when someone suddenly called his attention.“Wife, go on ahead inside. There’s air conditioning there.”I nodded slowly and walked in. I was still distracted by the interior—glittering displays, luxurious fabrics, and elegant lighting. Everything was breathtaking.A saleslady quickly approached me with a practiced smile.“Good morning, ma’am.”“Ah, good morning,” I replied politel

Liliana’s Point of ViewI looked at him, sensing that he was still carrying something heavy. I could see the pain in his eyes, but I couldn’t quite understand why he felt that way.“Wife…”I stood up and stretched, catching everyone’s attention.“I’m hungry,” I said casually. “Let’s eat.”They all stared at me as though wondering if I’d heard anything they’d just been saying.“Hubby, I want that one in front — the light pink gown. It’s my favorite color. Come on, I’m starving.”I took the lead, walking ahead before glancing back at them.“What are you waiting for? Let’s go, so I can also buy groceries later.”They exchanged glances before following me. In the back of my mind, I wondered if the secret Asher was hiding was the reason things felt awkward between us lately. That’s why I decided not to ask — not yet. There would be a time when I’d find out.“Wife, wait.”I turned around to see him jogging toward me. A small smile tugged at my lips, and I reached out my hand to him. He stop

3rd Person’s Point of ViewHe was now back at the boarding house, pacing restlessly around the living room as Mirabelle’s words from earlier echoed in his mind.“I’m pregnant, and of course, you’re the father. I haven’t slept with any other man—only you—so I’m absolutely sure you’re the father.”He ran both hands through his hair in frustration at the situation unfolding before him. Liliana could never find out about Mirabelle’s pregnancy.Pulling out his phone, he immediately tried calling Liliana, but just like his previous attempts, she didn’t answer.Then suddenly, his phone chimed—a text from Mirabelle.“Good night. Baby and I are going to rest now. Love, Daddy Gerald.”His eyes widened in shock as he read the message.How on earth did Mirabelle end up pregnant? She was always diligent in taking her pills to avoid exactly this.Without hesitation, he dialed her number. But she didn’t answer, not even once.“Dammit!” he cursed under his breath, throwing his phone onto the couch.-

Liliana’s Point of ViewWe were already inside the car, but I couldn’t stop glancing at Asher with a puzzled expression. I had been expecting something entirely different today.I thought my birthday would be held at the mansion.“Where exactly are we celebrating my birthday?” I finally asked, breaking the silence. “I thought it was going to be at your mansion.”Instead of answering directly, he turned his head slightly toward me, a faint smile playing on his lips.“Do you remember where Gerald proposed to you before?”I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question.“At a hotel,” I answered slowly.“Yes,” he said, his voice calm but meaningful. “At the same hotel where we got married… and where everything between us first began.”My face instantly warmed at his words, and I looked away, embarrassed.“Why would you remind me of that?” I muttered. “Don’t tell me we’re celebrating my birthday there?”He reached for my hand, gently lifting it and pressing a soft kiss on the back of it