Todos los capítulos de My Contracted Husband Is My Boss (Eng Ver.): Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Liliana's Point of View* I stood before the mirror while watching myself, my heart thundering like a wind drumbeat in my chest as I took in my reflection. My breath caught slightly, and I smoothed like the fabric of my dress with trembling hands, trying to gather myself. I need to calm myself or Asher will notice. Just beyond the drawn curtain, Asher waited and sat calmly on the sofa, unaware of the storm of nerves swirling inside me. The room was silent, but the air was thick with anticipation. My palms grew damp, a testament to how tightly wound I had become. Waaa I'm nervous! Then came the soft voice of the assistant lady, breaking the stillness like a delicate chime, “Mr. Windermere, Milady is ready and standing behind the curtain.” “I’m ready to see her. You can open the curtain now,” came Asher’s calm reply. My heartbeat quickened even more. I was wearing a dark dark red dress that hugged my frame and stopped just above my knees. Three-inch heels added some height to m

Liliana’s Point of View We were still at the mall, and right now, we were facing Jessica and her group of friends. “Who are you?” one of them asked, clearly offended. “I’m sorry, but I’m not really in the mood to introduce myself today. So if you’re planning to flirt with a man right now, make sure it’s not my husband. Okay? Otherwise, I won’t just push you—I might just knock you out cold and leave you sleeping on the cold tiles.” They were clearly stunned by what I said. Jessica had always been one of my biggest rivals. She was my cousin on my father’s side and had always tried to steal the spotlight. Grandpa and Grandma had two children, but Grandpa had an affair and had a child outside of his marriage—Jessica’s mother, who turned out just like her, always seeking attention. Grandma accepted them because she had no choice, but she still kept her distance. I remained her one and only baby, the one she truly cared for. Even Grandpa, despite everything, still treated me that way. H

Liliana’s Point of View The blaring sound of my phone alarm woke me up. Ugh. I reached out sleepily, grabbed the phone from the table, and turned it off. But then… I felt something soft, like hair, resting against me. And warm breaths… on my chest? My eyes blinked open—and I froze. Asher. He was hugging me so tightly, his arms wrapped around my body, and—oh my God—his face was right on my chest. Like it was his favorite pillow or something. Even though I had a shirt on, I wasn’t wearing a bra, so it still felt… way too much. “Aahhh!” I shoved him out of reflex. He fell off the bed with a loud thud, and I clutched my chest like it would calm the pounding in my heart. “Ow… what’s wrong, Wife?” He looked up at me, clearly dazed from the fall. “Oh no! I’m sorry! But—ugh—this is all your fault!” He scratched his head, confused, and slowly sat up while holding his lower back. “Did it hurt?” Yeah, right. Like you didn’t almost give me a heart attack. “My waist hurts, but it’s okay.

Liliana’s Point of View I smiled as I looked at them. "Wait, something feels different. You're dressed so nicely and even did your hair. Why didn’t you call me?" Because I already knew you'd pick those old-fashioned clothes again—nothing like what I’m wearing now. “Oh, I forgot to call. But this suits me, right?” I smiled at her, then glanced at Gerald, who was staring at me, completely frozen. He walked slowly toward me and gently removed my reading glasses. It was a good thing I had put in contact lenses today. I didn’t need glasses anymore, and my vision remained clear. Gerald seemed even more stunned. Even my coworkers looked surprised to see me without my usual glasses. "I didn’t know Liliana was this beautiful without her glasses." "Gerald’s lucky to have her as his fiancée." “Babe, you’re so beautiful.” “But didn’t you say I looked better with my glasses on? Hair tied back, old clothes and all? That’s what Mirabelle told me you said.” "Ah… well, you're beautiful no ma

Liliana’s Point of View “Huh?” I blinked, a little startled, and turned my head. Gerald was suddenly standing right beside me—I hadn’t even noticed him coming up. “What are you watching?” he asked, leaning closer and peeking at my phone. I quickly tapped my screen, switching to a random social media app. Just in time, a funny clip started playing, filling the silence with background laughter. “This,” I replied, giving him a tiny smile. “Oh. That’s the one we always watch together, right?” I nodded slowly, eyes on the screen, but my mind was more focused on him. “Yeah. I’ve been following all the new episodes.” “So… you done withdrawing?” “Yup. Got the cash. Let’s go?” “Yes, please. I’m starving.” He gave me another slow nod, but something in his expression shifted. “You’ve really changed lately,” he said as we started walking. “It’s like you’ve become someone else. You never used to admit you were hungry. Back then, you always left it to me to decide where we’d eat.” I til