Semua Bab Love for revenge: Bab 81 - Bab 85

Nathan I wake up with a jolt, drenched in cold sweat. My eyes scan the room in a panic, searching for my babies—until I notice Giselle lying beside me, fast asleep. I have no idea how she ended up in my bed, but the ragged sound of my breathing stirs her awake.“Are… are you okay?” she asks with a sleepy yawn, rubbing her eyes.“What are you doing here? And… where are the babies?”“B-babies?” she repeats, confused. “What babies? Did you have a nightmare?” she asks, trying to focus on my face.“The babies,” I say again, but she’s already drifting back to sleep. I don’t press her.Quietly, I slip out of bed and head to the room I had prepared just for them. I yank the door open—and stop cold.It’s still the unused guest room. Nothing has changed. My breath catches in my throat, uneven and ragged. I retrace my steps and lock myself in the bathroom.Turning on the faucet, I splash cold water on my face, shaking my head in disbelief.“What the hell was that? I…”My gaze drops to my bare c

Months later"Giselle’s right. You’ve been acting weird for months now," Kalet scolds me after I order him to hire more security guards to watch over Giselle around the clock."If you keep complaining, I’ll dump more work on your desk," I warn, narrowing my eyes at him. "What are you standing there for? Those guards won’t hire themselves.""Why do you want more? She already has two following her like shadows day and night.""Because Oliver found out Giselle is pregnant...""He's in prison. He’s not going to do anything, and he still refuses to talk.""I'm not worried about him. It’s his wife I’m concerned about. What do you think she’ll do if Lefebvre demands a paternity test and finds out the baby’s not his?""And how can you be so sure it's not?""It’s simple. After all those years of marriage, Giselle never got pregnant. And now she is. It’s obvious that baby isn't his.""Is that why you sent Giselle to the U.S. with Pierre?" he asks, incredulous."Of course. Why else? I just didn’

Licking my lips discreetly, I watch Giselle walk out of the bathroom in that emerald-green lace nightgown—the one I love because of the way it hugs her body. Pretending I haven't noticed her, I try to focus on my book, though I keep sneaking glances over the top, not missing a single detail."Still mad about the other day?" she asks, settling onto the edge of the bed and crossing her legs in that sensual way of hers, revealing a generous stretch of bare thigh."How could I not be? You’re trying to set me up with my employee," I reply, feigning offense."I used to be your employee too.""And you were also my wife," I remind her. "Besides, you were jealous of my therapist, who—let’s be honest—is just as attractive as my nanny.""Don’t laugh," she pouts. "I was pregnant back then and felt really insecure.""And since you’re clearly still mad," she adds with a sigh, "I guess I won’t bother giving you what I had planned for tonight.""What are you talking about?" I narrow my eyes, suspicio