Todos os capítulos de FELL IN LOVE WITH MY HUSBAND'S BODYGUARD: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The black Mercedes glided through the quiet streets as the sun dipped beyond the skyline, casting a soft orange glow across the glass buildings. Inside the back seat, Lauren sat beside Richard, her expression unreadable as she stared out the window. She could feel his presence beside her—a mix of familiarity and distance.Louis sat at the wheel, composed, calm, unreadable. But behind his quiet demeanor, his knuckles gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. Her scent still lingered on his skin."You're unusually quiet today," Richard said, breaking the silence.Lauren gave a light smile. "Just tired, I guess.""Well, maybe tonight helps. I made the reservation at that rooftop restaurant you liked. Just you and me. No phones, no interruptions." He glanced toward the front. "Louis will handle everything else. He’s not just a great driver, by the way. Man’s also trained as a personal bodyguard. High-end clients in Italy, Geneva, Tok

The soft spill of morning light crawled through the curtains, dancing gently across the polished floor of the hotel suite. Lauren stirred beneath the plush sheets, her lashes fluttering open, adjusting to the warm light.There was a faint humming from the bathroom. The scent of fresh mint shampoo lingered in the air.Through sleepy eyes, she turned her head and spotted Richard standing in front of the mirror, bare-chested, towel in hand as he tousled his damp hair. His reflection caught hers, and he turned slightly, a soft, boyish smile on his face.“Good morning,” he said, voice low and casual.Lauren blinked, momentarily disoriented. “You’re still here?”Richard chuckled lightly. “That’s a strange way to greet your husband.”She sat up slowly, pulling the sheets around her body. “You’re usually gone before I even wake up.”“Yeah, well,” he said, walking toward the bed. “I figured I’d start changing that. I want to do t

The golden hue of late afternoon streamed lazily through the tall glass windows of the hotel suite. Lauren sat curled up on the plush sofa, her silk robe draped loosely around her body. Her fingers absently toyed with the hem as she stared at the untouched breakfast tray still sitting by the coffee table. Richard hadn't returned.And she didn't care.Not the way she used to.A soft knock startled her. Her heart leapt as she turned toward the door. For a moment, she hesitated. Then another knock came—two slow, deliberate taps.She stood quickly, her bare feet brushing across the cool marble tiles as she padded toward the door. When she opened it, her breath caught.Louis stood there.Wearing a black fitted shirt that hugged his chest and slacks that hinted at the strength beneath, he looked like sin dipped in elegance. His hair was slightly tousled, his eyes smoldering with a hunger he didn’t bother to hide."Surprise," h

The Moore estate was everything Lauren remembered — sprawling white columns, perfectly trimmed hedges, and the scent of fresh magnolias drifting on the summer air. It stood like a portrait of tradition and wealth, untouched by time, untouched by scandal.But Lauren felt like a crack in the glass.The SUV pulled up the long, curving driveway and came to a gentle stop before the grand front steps. Even before Richard stepped out, the front doors opened.“Lauren!” Mrs. Moore’s voice rang warmly across the drive.Lauren stepped out, greeted with the soft embrace of her mother-in-law — graceful as ever in a pale blue dress, her eyes shining with affection.“You look radiant,” Mrs. Moore said, brushing a hand over Lauren’s hair. “The city suits you.”“It’s good to see you again, Ma,” Lauren whispered with a soft smile, her arms wrapping briefly around the older woman’s waist.A blur of curls and excitement came bounding down t

The afternoon sun dipped low across the horizon, casting soft amber light through the grand living room windows. Lauren sat on the edge of the couch, listening as Richard spoke with his mother in the next room, their voices rising and falling like a distant tide.She traced her finger over the hem of her linen blouse, mind elsewhere.With him.The last touch in the library still echoed on her skin—warm, slow, deliberate. She’d slept with the memory of his fingers circling her breast, his whispered promise still tangled in her dreams.She hadn’t been the same since.And she didn’t want to be.Just then, Richard walked into the room, typing quickly on his phone.“Mom’s missing some papers she left at the city villa,” he said, barely looking up. “She asked if you wouldn’t mind fetching them from the study cabinet. Louis will drive you.”Lauren’s heart skipped. “Just me?”Richard nodded. “It’s a quiet road.