All Chapters of DEAR STRANGER, MARRY ME AGAIN: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

IAN“What?”“I don’t think I stuttered.”Lian blinks at me, caught off guard by the sharpness in my tone. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, her fingers fidgeting with the lanyard around her neck.“Um… I didn’t really see her with my own eyes,” she says hesitantly. “Someone told me they saw her.”I narrow my eyes as I summon all my ancestors to give me the patience I've run out of.“Whose eyes did you see her with then?” I ask slowly, “Because you sure as hell spoke like it was yours.”She swallows while avoiding my gaze, “It…it was one of the kitchen staff. A guy named Rob. He said he saw her walking out the back with a man, and I believed. So I thought you should know.” I take a slow step around my desk. “You believed, huh?”“I didn’t think it would matter!” she says quickly, rising to her feet. “I thought maybe she really did leave with someone, maybe to punish you, or make you jealous. I didn’t know she was in danger, Ian. You know how easy it was for me to be fooled, especia

SLOANE “You know, people will start thinking I'm slacking. I need a real job.” I complain as Ian walks into the office.He pulls off his mask and cap before his eyes find mine,“Aren't you working?” He asks.“No. I'm locked in your office with guards outside the door! I'm pretty sure I was something before I-”Lost my memory that you don't believe I lost.I finnish the sentence in my head. “Before what?”“Before I married you.” I'm seated on his office couch with snacks all over his carpet. I messed it up intentionally because I found it too neat. It made me feel tainted a little.Yes, I'm petty. Sue me.“You were a shitty interior designer.” He laughs. Shaking his head.My world stops. I wish I could stop the time and record this moment so I would be able to hear his rich laugh. It sounds soothing and deep. This is the first time I've heard it, and I'd give my kidney to hear it again. He just insulted my skills, but I'm not even offended. I've decided to take that sound as paymen

SLOANE“What department will you be in? I'd like to see you again.” Tyson Sterling asks, and I smile. I have no idea what department I'm in. I like to call myself a freelancer. Where they need help, that doesn't need qualifications, I show up. Well, at least that's what I plan to be doing. Tyson is a friend I made tonight, and his got that pretty boy look. I've noticed the nurses fawning over him, making me want to laugh. I thought that only happens in movies. “I'm everywhere, Ty. What about you?” I throw the question back at him.“I just transferred to Quinns. Let's say I'm in the research department.” He smiles, showing off his dimple.Tyson is not only suspicious, but he also emits recklessness. Something I need right now. I was on the dance floor for an hour, and my feet hurt. I also think I need more alcohol because it's gone from my system. I don't want to be sober tonight because that will mean I'll have to think about how good it felt when Ian pulled me into a hug. I cried

SLOANE I'M LOSING MY MIND.I was so angry when Ian left me on edge. I even pleaded and tried to negotiate an exchange, but he simply moved, buckled my seat belt , walked to the driver's seat, and drove us home.Frustration is fine, sexual frustration is not.That's why I feel like I might just commit murder. I tried finishing by myself the moment I walked into the shower, but it wasn't as explosive as I wanted. I felt like something was missing, and all I want is for this sick bastard to touch me.The moment I hear footsteps, I pull my robe off and lay on the bed completely naked and pretending to sleep.I hear the door open and close. “You'll get pneumonia at that rate.” He comments dryly and walks straight to his closet. “Then fuck me so I can quickly dress up.” I blurt out. Not knowing where the courage is coming from because last time I checked I hated the feeling of being touched.“Can I kiss you?” His words echo in my mind and goes straight to my heart warming it and dropping

SLOANE “You're late, Silver. Care to tell me why?” A deep voice I wasn't expecting stops me in my tracks. I'm using Ian's office since I don't have my own, and it makes my life easier since he has so much space you can fit in three offices here. I was hoping he's in surgery, but I guess my hope went to shit considering the glare he's hitting me with right now. I blink, slowly turning to face him, with the most fake smile I can muster on my face,“It's only been a few minutes, Husband. Do you miss me already?” I arch a brow, keeping my tone light.Ian doesn’t smile.He just shuts the door behind him, and the soft click sound somehow sounds louder than it should.His gaze drags over me, starting from the messy bun I threw together in Athena’s car mirror, down to my tight pencil skirt that definitely violates at least three hospital rules. He stops at my legs, and his jaw ticks.“I asked you a question.”“And I heard it,” I say, dropping my bag onto the leather chair that isn’t mine.