Semua Bab Condemned Wife's Compliance: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Adrea spent the whole night celebrating. The show had put together a celebratory party for her and the other players. Moreau had been good-natured about coming second to her. She had not expected him to pout, but she had not expected the warm congratulations either. Aris had looked down at her with a warm smile and congratulated her before her attention was taken away by someone else coming in to congratulate her. She was passed around like the first baby in a generation during a family reunion.She had pictures taken with Chichie and the event organisers, dealers, semi-finalist players, and then one more with just her, Aris and Moreau. By the time she had to go home, the sun was beginning to peek out of the horizon and the infamous early birds were in the sky. Aris had assured her he was okay to drive, and she had fought not to fall asleep next to him.Aris put on the radio and there was a catchy song playing. The two were nodding their heads along as they cruised on the roads. It did

Aris had slept most of the flight. She had checked on him and had caught herself thinking that his face would not be a bad one to wake up to every morning. Why had her mind gone there? It was simply impossible between them.Her conscience, however, challenged her. There was nothing holding her back. No Rafael to invest her heart and soul in. Rafael was going to divorce her, and he had given her the go-ahead to see other people. It was not impossible. It was very possible. She just wasn’t brave enough to dip into those waters.Their flight landed and they got off. Getting through customs and collecting their bags was a piece of cake. They walked together to the garage in comfortable silence with smiles on their faces. They did not know the picture they made… That’s not entirely correct. Aris was not completely unaware of the fact that as he guided her around the airport and she smiled up at him, they looked like the perfect couple.Adrea, on the other hand, was not aware until they got

Aris wanted to know what was up with Felix. He was afraid the little shit was potentially dangerous. So, when Adrea got home, he did not turn around and leave, no. He got into the gates with her. They stopped their cars in the driveway and got out onto the gravel.Adrea looked at Aris and said,“Thank you for taking me home,” she said to him.“No problem,” he replied and then asked,“Are you not going to invite me in?”She gave him a look. Why did he want to be in her home? The thought of him in her home. The same home she had shared with Rafael felt… wrong. She did not want him here. This space had different energy from the one she shared with him. And then there was the guilt. Something about him just being in her driveway bothered her a lot.“I am not,” she was not going to beat around the bush.“Are you not going to tell me who that guy was and what that was about?” he asked.Okay… It looked like he was going to spare the bush too.“It’s a long story,” Adrea uttered with great relu

Rafael, like every other date night, took Belinda to her home. He did not need an invitation to go to the bathroom while she ran the coffee. At least, that was what he thought she was doing.But when he came back, she had a glass of wine ready for him. He raised a brow at her. He was driving.“A glass won’t hurt you,” she told him, correctly reading him.She was not wrong. But what was the occasion? He decided not to ask her. He reached over and took the glass from her. He took a small sip and let the liquid roll on his tongue before he swallowed it.“It’s good,” she said, “right?”He nodded and took a look at the glass as if he could know where and when it was made just by looking at it.“I got this from my father’s collection,” Belinda told him. “My going away gift. Straight from his cellar. Only to be shared with special people.”“Your father should open a company,” Rafael told her.He would buy this wine for a million dollars without blinking. It was that good.Belinda tried to ig

Belinda managed to get to her feet and walk to the living room where Rafael was just getting off the phone. There was a stress-induced furrow between his brows. It did not go away as he looked at her.“Someone,” he said, “has posted pictures of us having dinner last night and they are accusing us of having an affair.”“My father called me,” Belinda responded. “Mother is inconsolable.”And then it struck her—was he blaming her? How could he blame her? She had done nothing!“It wasn’t me,” she told him tiredly.He blinked as guilt cast shadows in his eyes. “I am not accusing you,” he said, as he raised a hand to run it through his hair. He was still shirtless. She fought not to be distracted by his handsome physique. Well-cultivated muscles moved under his skin.“I need to go in to work,” he told her. “I cannot work with my PR team while here.”She nodded at him. He was not wrong. She needed to go to work too. She needed to know what the hospital was planning on doing with her. How coul