Все главы The Billionaire’s Contracted Bride: Глава 11 - Глава 20

I trailed behind Kyle, my heels clicking on the floor. He paused, offering his arm with a gentle gesture. I slipped my hand into his, feeling a mix of unease and obligation.As we entered the elegant parlour, the murmur of conversations and clinking glasses enveloped us. Guests mingled, sipping champagne and savoring hors d'oeuvres. Mrs. Prescott's warm smile greeted me, and she rose from her seat."Ah, and here they are," she announced, drawing attention to us.I forced a smile, bowing slightly to show respect to the esteemed gathering. Kyle guided me to a seat, and I sat, with him beside me.The discussions revolved around business and finance, leaving me disengaged. However, when questions turned to me, my unease grew."And what do your parents do?" a gentleman asked during dinner.The inquiry struck a chord, but I maintained composure. "I lost both my parents at a young age."The room fell silent, with sympathetic gazes."Sorry about that," the man continued. "And what do you do?

As the phone slipped into the pool, I quickly looked at Kyle“Err, that was a mistake," I said, wincing as Kyle's phone sank into the pool. "I didn't intend to let it drop."Kyle's expression was icy, his jaw clenched. I rushed to reassure him."But you're not going to change your mind because of that, right? You won't go back on your words?" I asked, anxiety creeping into my voice.Kyle didn't respond. Instead, he turned to leave."I would've loved to get it back for you, but... I can't swim," I admitted, feeling a pang of guilt.Kyle sighed, frustration etched on his face. "Just let me be."I trailed behind him, desperate to confirm our agreement. "You won't go back on your words, right? You promised. Trust me, it was a mistake."Kyle stopped abruptly and turned to face me. His eyes narrowed."You'll get the job as I've said, and you'll start tomorrow," he stated, his tone cold.I beamed, relieved. "Thank you, Kyle."But Kyle's scowl deepened. "And you're mad about your phone?" I as

As I stepped back into the office, I found Kyle lounging in my chair, swiveling it lazily. His piercing gaze locked onto mine."Skipping work now?" Kyle asked, his voice dripping with disdain.I sighed, exasperated.“Check the time, Kyle. It's 12:15. It’s Lunch time."Kyle's eyebrows arched, surprised, but his smirk persisted. "As head of department , shouldn't you set an example? Finish critical tasks before breaking?"I stood firm. "My work's done. That's why I stepped out."Kyle's expression turned glacial. He clicked his tongue, rising from my chair. "Well, work harder," he spat, turning to leave."Kyle?" I called out, halting his departure.He pivoted, curiosity flickering across his icy features. "Yes?"I thought whether to mention Harry's presence, but thought better of it. Kyle's patience was already wearing thin. "What?" he snapped."I just wanted to say thank you “ I replied, insincerity lacing my voice.Kyle's gaze lingered, his expression unyielding. "Don't think I'm do

Harry's gaze lingered and smiled "I'm DK, but if it makes you more comfortable, you can call me Harry. I just...prefer DK."His denial was unsettling, bordering on obsessive. I felt a shiver run down my spine."Can...can you take me back to the company?" I askedHarry's eyes locked onto mine once more, but I looked away."Please," I added, my voice barely above a whisper.Harry chuckled. "You're really interesting."With that, he started the car and continued driving, presumably back to the company. The silence was oppressive, heavy with unspoken questions.As we drove, I stole glances at Harry, searching for answers. "Can I ask something?" I asked, still avoiding his gaze."Sure," Harry replied, his eyes on the road."Do you know how Keith died?" I inquired, finally meeting his gaze.Harry's expression shifted, a fleeting seriousness crossing his face. "I think you should let Kyle answer that himself.""Kyle?" I scoffed. "He'll never tell me."Harry's smile returned, laced with an

~~~~~~~~~~I was 12 againReliving the joy and excitement of my birthday."Dad, please, I want it! Please!" I begged, tugging on his sleeve, my eyes shining with anticipation."We can get it tomorrow, sweetie," he replied, his warm smile and gentle tone softening the disappointment.Undeterred, I dashed to my mom, who was busy arranging colorful snacks on the kitchen counter for the party guests."Mom, can you tell Dad that I need it?" I pleaded, my voice laced with hope."How about after the party?" she suggested, her eyes sparkling with amusement.I pouted, persistence etched on my face. "But the party won't start for two hours! We have time!"Mom's expression softened, her hands pausing mid-task. "Fine, fine." She caressed my cheeks, her touch warm and reassuring.She turned to Dad, her voice gentle but persuasive. "James, I think we should get it for her. It's her birthday, after all."Dad's face broke into a wide smile. "Okay, okay!"I squealed, thrilled, bouncing up and down. "