Lahat ng Kabanata ng Being Mr CEO's Bride: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Kaelia's POV Freddy's strong hands gripped mine as he helped me up from the floor of his office.As I stood, I felt the edges of the pictures I had tucked into the pocket of my robe pressing against my hip bone.My fingers twitched at my side, itching to scratch the spot they were pressed against, but with Freddy's gaze on me, I had no chance of doing that. “Come on. You've spent enough time on the floor tonight. Let's get you a proper distraction,”He didn't let go of my hand as he led me through the corridor. When we reached the kitchen, he finally let my hand go to open the gleaming fridge. The cold air rushed out like a wave. For a moment, I expected to grab a bottle of water or perhaps something more luxurious and elaborate, like caviar. Imagine my surprise when he pulled out a jar of cookies instead.Homemade chocolate chip cookies.“You're joking,” I snickered.He grinned at me as he unscrewed the lid, “Not what you expected, huh?”“At all,” I replied, loving the look of e

Kaelia's POV It seemed Freddy shared in my celebratory mood. I should have known he had planned something from the mischief in his eyes as we walked hand in hand into the mansion. I saw luggage, ten of them, packed and waiting in the grand sitting room. I looked up at Freddy in confusion, “Uh, what's going on?” I asked as I looked at the boxes with raised brows. He turned to me with a cocky smile, “We’re going on a trip.”A trip? “To where? When? Right now?”“Napa. A business partner of mine just opened a new resort there. He offered us a complimentary stay for a week. A way of saying thank you for the investment advice.”Firstly, that was exciting.Secondly, I had a love-hate relationship with these surprises. I loved them because they were luxurious, spontaneous, and filled with unforgettable moments. On the other hand, I hated them because they always had me scrambling to make up excuses for Asher. Thankfully, I had accumulated leave days cashed in for moments like this. So I

Kaelia's POV I was happy to see Freddy. I could hide my face in his chest and escape all this embarrassment. “Freddy,” I called excitedly. But his expression didn't match my excitement.His jaw was tight, and he looked like he was about to tear Jordan apart.I found myself explaining more for Jordan's benefit than my own.“I wanted to ride the bike, but I fell and got this gash…and Jordan's helping me clean it up…”“I can see that,” His voice was clipped, and I could see he was staring at the place where Jordan's hand held my leg in place. Sandie, Chioma, Daisy, and Arielle watched the scene, eyes glued to the hunk of a man who was my husband.I wanted to fling some sand into their eyes.“You should have been more careful,” Freddy said as he examined the injury. “I did warn her before she got on the bike. But if she doesn't apply so much pressure to the foot…” Jordan was saying, but Freddy shot him a look that dried up the well of his words instantly.“I was not talking to you. I

Kaelia's POV I woke up to the sound of movement as Freddy got dressed.I was still angry from what happened yesterday, so I didn't say a word as I turned over, watching him as he pulled a white linen shirt on. The man belonged on the cover of some summer yacht magazine.I remembered his words from last night.“Maybe this is a mistake.”“You're up,” Freddy said when he caught me staring. His voice was softer today. I made a sound, not exactly a reply, but it could pass for one.He approached the bed, “I was thinking, maybe you'd like to come paddle boarding with me. Or snorkelling. The weather's perfect,”“I'm not really into water stuff.”That was a huge lie. With the way I loved water as a kid, I could easily have been a mermaid instead of a human being. I used to cry and beg for one more hour in the pool. But I was not ready to move past what he did, smile, and pretend like I was okay.Not when I had cried so hard. He paused, looking hurt, but that was his problem.He masked it

Kaelia's POV I didn't want to go. When I received a text from Sandie inviting me to go wine tasting with them by 5 pm, I almost refused.Apart from the fact that I had gotten a late invite, I was not in the mood for serious engagements. But she had added about five “please” to the text, and I felt it was rude to reject it.Moreso, the only alternative to sitting in our suite, wondering what Freddy was doing and fuming about him flirting with Chioma, seemed worse.So I changed into a more appropriate fit – flowy pants and a halter neck top – and headed to the spot.I knew Chioma was going to be there. I knew that, but maybe I could fake my way through a couple of hours of wine tasting without clawing her eyes out. The wine tasting was held in a courtyard shed, north of the eastern gates. There were about ten tables, each manned by a steward who poured with charming smiles and an enticing French accent. Daisy and Arielle were already at the third table when I arrived, but Sandie sto