All Chapters of My Contracted Husband Is My Boss (Eng Ver.): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Liliana’s Point of View The moment my eyes opened, I found myself in a bright, white room that felt oddly familiar. I jerked upright, heart pounding. “W‑Where am I? Is the guy with the chicken here already?” I turned in circles, searching for the legendary gatekeeper with his rooster. A nurse in a white uniform hurried in. “Miss, are you all right?” “Have you seen the man carrying a chicken? You know—the one in a white robe. What’s his name again…?” “Chicken, ma’am?” she echoed, frowning. “Yes! The man with the rooster. Uh… Saint—Saint what‑shis‑name?” “Miss, are you having a dream? Perhaps I should call the doct—” “San Pedro!” I blurted. “I’m in heaven, right?” The nurse’s eyes grew huge. “You’re not in heaven, Miss.” “Then—then I’m in hell?” “No! You’re still on earth—and very much alive.” “So you’re a spirit guide?” I gasped. Just then the door burst open and Fern hurried in, out of breath. “Fern? You can see me?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he strode to the bed and

Liliana’s Point of View I clapped a hand over my mouth. “I already tasted that,” he murmured. “I was unconscious. I don’t remember a thing,” I shot back. Asher eased closer until our noses almost brushed. “Want me to remind you?” My eyes went wide. I shoved his face away. “N‑No, thanks!” He chuckled softly. “You really are adorable when you panic.” Heat flared in my cheeks. “Are you laughing at me?” “Fine, I’m sorry.” He straightened. “Ready to head out?” I nodded, then paused. “It’s scorching—maybe you should drink water first?” His grin widened. “Concerned about me? I like that, wife.” I rolled my eyes. “Come inside.” In the kitchen I fetched a bottle from the fridge—spotting an array of fresh ingredients that made my stomach rumble. The farmhouse was miles from any café, too. “Hungry?” he asked. “If you haven’t decided on a restaurant, I’ll cook us brunch—well, lunch by now.” “Your kitchen, your rules.” He leaned against the counter. “Need a hand?” “I’ve got it. Sit

Liliana’s Point of View We finished hammering out the details, and Zephyr read every line back to be sure we agreed. “Let me review the items one more time,” he said, scrolling through the tablet. Both Asher and I nodded. “First: yes to physical touch—holding hands, hugs, kisses, whatever you two decide. Liliana, you set the pace; if Mr. Windermere ignores your boundaries, there’ll be penalties.” I nodded, cheeks warming. “Second: no third wheels in the relationship. About your ex—what’s the plan?” “The ex‑fiancé will be useful,” Asher answered calmly. “We’ll let him stew in jealousy.” He arched a brow at me, and I nearly choked. He’d guessed exactly what I wanted. “Like it or not,” he added, “I’ve been part of your plan from the start.” I couldn’t help a quiet laugh. Zephyr shook his head. “Yep—still crazy.” “It’s not insanity,” I said, grinning. “He just reads my mind.” “Mr.—” “Hep‑hep,” Zephyr cut in, wagging a finger. “Rule three: no ‘Mr. Asher.’ You two need endearment

3rd Person's Point of View Liliana gently held Asher's hand. "Tell me everything. I need clarity, and hearing it all from you will help." Asher nodded slowly. “Okay, I'll tell you everything you want to know.” Liliana smiled and nodded in return. Flashback... “I'm serious about marrying you,” Asher said earnestly, his eyes reflecting genuine intent. Liliana's cheeks flushed as she saw the sincerity in his gaze. Asher took her hand, noticing the ring he had placed on her finger earlier. "How about you? Will you marry me, Liliana? I want to marry you right now, without asking for anything in return." Liliana, now tipsy, nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! I will marry you! Let's go to church." Asher was taken aback as Liliana grabbed his hand and stood up. “The church is closed right now,” he said. Liliana pouted, releasing his hand and clenching her fists to hold back tears. “You don't want to marry me. Gerald was right that no one wants me. No one wants to marry me,” she s

3rd Person's Asher couldn’t help but smile at Liliana’s words. She said she would help him regain his sense of taste—and little did he know, she truly would be the cure he never expected. She was becoming the antidote he needed, the one who would bring back the flavors he had long forgotten. He glanced at her again. Liliana was sipping her drink, eyes fixed on her phone. “Damn those b*tches,” she muttered bitterly. His eyes followed hers to the phone screen. It was a photo of her ex-fiancé and ex-best friend, holding hands during a picnic. Other pictures showed the two entering a motel together. “They really don’t regret anything they did,” she said coldly. “People like them are addicted to sex,” she added. “They can’t stop or walk away from it. If you go back to that guy, he might touch you again—or worse, he might even rape you.” “If he dares to try, I’ll cut his damn thing off,” Liliana hissed. “They’re monsters—especially that so-called best friend of mine. A two-faced snake