All Chapters of A Wife For Seven Days : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Had your fill of gazing upon a living god?” Xander's voice rumbled deeply as his eyes remained shut.Tatiana’s heart leapt into her throat. She hastily tried to sit upright, but his arm shot out, pulling her back against his chest.She landed with a thud on him, her palms pressed firmly against his warm skin. Her breath hitched. Slowly, his eyes opened, locking onto her trembling, uneasy form pressed to him."You couldn't do it last night, so you woke up to complete it this morning?"Her face went slack for a beat; color fled and then rushed back as she scrambled for an answer, fingers twisting at the sheet."Xan... Xander, I was just...""Taking advantage of a man in his sleep."He said it flatly, almost clinical—his face unreadable, the words slipping out without warmth or mockery, as if he were naming something ordinary.“I know I’m good-looking,” he said calmly, a teasing edge in his tone, “but if I were displayed in a museum, at least I’d get paid for it.”Her mouth parted in di

Tatiana’s heart pounded erratically in her chest, her grip tightening on the fork. Her calm façade cracked, fear flickering in her eyes. “What… what exactly do you mean by that, Aunty?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, strained as if speaking louder might make Ingrid’s ominous words come true. Ingrid reclined slowly in her chair, a nearly playful smile on her lips, yet the malice beneath it was unmistakable. “Mean? Oh, nothing at all, dear,” she responded smoothly, stirring her tea as though discussing the weather. “I was merely remarking on how unpredictable life can be. A man steps out strong in the morning, and sometimes…” She cocked her head, letting her gaze rest coldly on Tatiana, “…he never comes back the same. Or doesn’t return at all. Like my late brother-in-law and his wife.” Tatiana’s breath caught sharply. “Please—please don’t say such things, Ma’am Ingrid,” Brenda interjected sharply, her voice shaking with emotion. She grasped Tatiana’s shoulder f

Brenda came in quietly, carrying a tray. The steam rose from the bowl and the smell of eggs and fresh fruit hung in the air. She set it down gently on the table by Tatiana’s bed. The tray also held a small plate of fruit—slices of mango and pawpaw, and a few grapes tucked beside the porridge. “Miss Tatiana,” Brenda said softly, “you didn’t eat much downstairs. My mum asked me to bring this for you.” Tatiana smiled faintly. “Thank you, Brenda.” She pushed herself up from the bed, swinging her legs over the side and planting her feet on the floor before she reached for the tray. But the moment the tray was close, she flinched. Her face twisted, and she raised her hand to cover her nose. The smell hit her harder than she expected, sharp, thick, almost unbearable. She leaned back against the pillows, her breath uneven. Brenda frowned. “Miss, what’s wrong? Is something wrong with the food?” Tatiana shook her head quickly. “No… it’s not that. I—I don’t know. It just smells… strange

The heavy glass doors of the chairman’s office swung open. The three figures crossed the threshold together — Xander in the center, David at his right, and Karl at his left. Xander’s long strides carried him to the desk that had once belonged to his father. The chair stood like a throne behind it, commanding and intimidating. He recalled. Seventeen years ago, he had stepped into this same office with his mother. His father was busy, papers spread across the desk, men standing around giving reports. His hand was wrapped tightly around hers until his eyes caught sight of the man behind the desk. “Daddy!” his little voice had broken free with a smile and before his mother could stop him, he tore away, ran across the polished floor. His father’s face lit up. With a simple wave of his hand, he signaled the men to leave, and soon the office was just the three of them. “Are you ready for the park, champ?” his father asked, brushing a hand through his hair. “I told you, Dad, I don't l

Outside, a car was waiting. Tatiana entered cautiously.The driver was not someone she recognized—or perhaps, since she was mostly indoors, she hadn’t met all of the family’s drivers.Yet, the man who had driven her out several days ago was certainly not the one sitting in the driver’s seat now.As if the driver could sense her watchful thoughts, he glanced into the rearview mirror, his tone calm.“Mr. Samuel was called away on urgent business, Ma'am. I was asked to take you instead. There’s nothing to worry about.”His face was composed, his features soft. His eyes held a quiet steadiness, the kind that gave the impression of a harmless man simply doing his job.Tatiana leaned back against the seat, her eyelids growing heavy. She pressed a hand to her chest, battling another wave of dizziness.“Please… could you drive a bit faster? I just need to get checked and return soon,” she pleaded.The driver responded smoothly, “Certainly, Madam. However, there’s been a change of plan. Lynn