บททั้งหมดของ Marrying Without You: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

"Eric, how much did you spend to boost your exposure?"Sean came in and saw Eric staring at his phone, and he couldn't resist teasing Eric a little.Eric lightly tapped the screen to turn it off before he glanced at Sean. "Could you spend a bit to help me calm it down?""Flexing much!" Sean pointed at him. "I've never seen anyone so shameless."Eric rotated his phone. "I'm serious."Sean looked at him sideways, trying to tell if he was really serious or just pretending. Eric added, "It's the wife's command."Sean was speechless."By the way, how's your old man lately? Has he been mentioning me?" Eric suddenly changed the topic.Sean jolted and scooted a little on the sofa. He now looked wary like he was guarding against a thief."Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not planning to assassinate him," Eric said while crossing one leg over the other. He projected an aura of authority that oddly reminded Sean of Tom."Then why are you asking about him?" Sean's eyes were full

Zoe gave Rosalyn a hard look and left like a defeated soldier unwilling to admit loss.Rosalyn smiled, and she continued selecting the gifts. When none were suitable, she asked the shop assistant to lead her to another section."Too bad someone else beat me to it."Rosalyn recalled Zoe's earlier remark about the necklace. She pulled out her phone and sent Ken a message. Only he could help her with this.He replied instantly.[Didn't you get it?]Rosalyn, who felt a little tired from standing, went to the lounge area to sit and replied with a single word.[Huh?][With Eric's ability, getting you that necklace wouldn't be hard.]Rosalyn smiled wryly while she read the message. She had thought the same at the time, which was why she asked him, but in the end, she didn't get it.Sometimes, it was easy to overestimate one's ability. This time, she had made that mistake and ended up doing something foolish.Ken seemed to have figured it out without seeing her reply and messaged ba

Fiona had been crying so much that her eyes turned red. She looked at Rosalyn and gently cupped her face. "Rosalyn, it's all in the past. You don't need to ask about it anymore.""Coach—""I won't tell you. If I didn't say anything seven years ago, I certainly won't say it now." For a moment, the tipsy Fiona seemed completely sober.Rosalyn wanted to ask more, but when she saw the resolve in Fiona's eyes, she fell silent. She couldn't force her to speak.Fiona let out a soft sigh. "Rosalyn, nobody knows where Laura is right now. Let bygones be bygones, and focus on living in the present–""Laura's back," Rosalyn interrupted. "She's alive. She's just been asleep all this time."Fiona froze and stared at Rosalyn, clearly surprised."Coach, there's a chance she could wake up. I've been spending time talking to her lately, and she reacted strongly a few times. So as long as we give her the right memory triggers, she might wake up," Rosalyn explained urgently.Fiona looked frozen. R

The wind whipped Rosalyn's hair as she leaned against the car window, her gaze fixed on Eric.Eric reached into his console, pulled out a document, and held it up for her to see. "She's on my marriage certificate."Rosalyn stared at the document, and memories flashed through her mind. She recalled how the Hammond family had brought a notary straight to the wedding so they could sign the papers on the spot, and she let out a dry, mocking laugh. "Is that the same person you're married to now?""You'll have to come take a look to find out." Eric slowed his car, and the driver of her car smartly pulled over as well.Eric pushed his door open and stepped out. When he reached for her door, Rosalyn lifted a hand to block him. He didn't force it, but he simply braced one forearm against the roof. The scent of whiskey clinging to her breath drifted in the air. "Who pissed you off?"Whether over the phone earlier or looking at her now, he could tell something had put her in a bad mood tonig

The person lounging in the back seat finally opened his eyes lazily. He glanced at the familiar car outside the window and idly rotated the ring on his finger.Sean, all single-lidded mischief and smirking energy, looked at Eric."Pretty. The longer I look, the prettier it gets."Whether he meant the car or the person was anyone's guess.Eric rotated his wedding band a third time and asked, "There's food here?""This place? It's the hottest spot on social media. People come here just to—"Sean cut himself off mid-sentence. He whipped his head around to stare at the cool, lazy Eric."Eric. No way.""Mm." Eric said nothing else.Sean shifted in his seat like the cushions suddenly burned, and his eyes went wide."You're leaving? You're not even going to look?""Look at what?" Eric's voice was flat.He had always sounded like that, but today, it felt off."Look at who the owner of that Cullinan is meeting. And in a place drowning in peach blossoms, no less." Every syllable dripp