บททั้งหมดของ THE GLASS WIFE; the storm he built himself : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

SERENA'S POV Soon it became dark outside, the cool breeze getting chill. Forcing me back into the house, my room, managing a light dinner while at it cause really, I couldn't starve all day. Even if I had no appetite. Afterwards there was nothing left to do. Besides the obvious that is. Reach for my laptop. The same sleek device I'd been avoiding to begin with. At the end, there was no use running. It had to happen at some point. I had to see them again. Those words, sentences, posts... his posts. And as I did— turned on my laptop, notifications rushed in like rain. Every comment, tags, reposts, filled the air. Welcoming me right back to the disaster I had ran away from. Last time, I was almost knocked off by the sheer intensity of everything. The speculations, reasoning of the commenters and now? I didn't feel any better. My pulse raced with anticipation underneath my skin. My lips pressed in a firm line, quiet. Fingers itching and twitching as I remained seated on my bed.

Axel's POV Something's on her mind. Something definitely is. "You're sure his team hasn't been secretly threatening her or something?" I asked, waiting for his response cause I wouldn't put it past Eliot at all. "Mr. Gomez?" "No, no. They haven't, Mr Lane." He said, focusing back on the screen. His glasses getting adjusted. "I'm sure they haven't. Very sure. In fact, no contact any been made concerning the mediation dates. The court ruled for a mediation within the 3 months of probation but so far, his team hasn't reached out in any way. They haven't shown interest. So I'm sure Miss Serena and Mr. Beckett hasn't been in contact at all." They haven't. Hmm. She said so as well. Snapped at me actually when I brought the topic up. Mr Gomez also sounded convincing right now. His words...they were reasonable enough but still. Something didn't feel right. Something wasn't right, she was troubled by something. I know it. I don't understand why she wouldn't tell me about it.

SERENA'S POV Trouble. That was the one word to describe the state of the man standing at my doorstep by the time I swung the door open. A pure definition of unholy, delicious trouble. Dark hair meeting dark eyes, all round dark clothes that did nothing to hide the mouthwatering body that laid underneath it all. Lips, so full and ready. Breathless. Speechless as they whispered my name. My own name. I didn't know my own name was capable of making me shudder with intensity so much. I didn't even know what it was...but this man was driving insane. Completely and utterly insane. My entire body burned hot just staring at him! My boobs, nipples, throat, thighs, God my core. Everything trembled, literally coming alive inside of me with him in such close range. His damned manly scent finally surrounding me. The same scent I kept searching for in my pillows even if I didn't want to admit it. For a second everything paused as we stood there. Too close. Too aware. His dark eyes an

SERENA'S POV "He did what?!" I blinked, startled as I watched him get up. The hostility on both his features and voice, a shock to me. "H-he made a proposal." I stammered, repeating my words. "Not marriage. A business kind of proposal." "Business kind?" He paused, the words registering. "A business proposal." "Yes," "Oh. Ohhh! Then you gave me a scare there, Princess B." He chuckled, his features breaking to reveal a smile underneath. A relieved one too. Probably the brightest he'd smiled since we got here, and that was saying a lot. I mean, it's Axel. He's always smiling. Always jovial. But today... He wasn't so much. "I thought that block of ice finally lost his mind and proposed to you despite an inconclusive divorce." He said, reminding me cause yeah. Right. We were still getting divorced. I hadn't thought about that for a while. Not after last night. This morning. "That was scary," Axel muttered, sitting back down on the blanket spread out underneath us

SERENA'S POV Axel was right. The contract did hold some unbelievable benefits if I took it. Other than the obvious visibility, I'd also get to partner with several local and international brands. That stage alone made my desire for a solo runway even more believable to my own ears. I could pull it off with that kind of network. I mean sure I'd have to really upgrade my current production process and labour. But it just meant more speed was needed to be put in for the getting an official building thing. I needed to get a place. Launch the collections I had in mind and make complete and absolute use of the opportunity been delivered unto my lap. But of course, I did pause to wonder what he was to gain from all of these. Eliot. I wasn't stupid. Not one bit. He wasn't the kind of man to do things without benefiting anything. A lethal schemer. He went along with a scheme directly against his wife just because it aligned with his set goals, didn't he? He would gain as much as he was