บททั้งหมดของ A Wife For Seven Days : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

David looked at his watch. “Xander, the board meeting is starting in 10 minutes. You need to be there.” Xander’s jaw tightened. His eyes were glued to the phone. The message from “Miss Tomato” glowed on the screen like a small, stubborn lie. “You can’t miss this, Xander. You have to meet the board for the introduction.” As if he could make the phone ring, Xander’s focus stayed fixed only on the screen. David was growing weary. “Do you want us to chase this down — find out exactly where she is? If the story holds, it’s just a misstep. But if it doesn’t…” His voice trailed, heavy with the choice hanging. “I could try tracking the car.” Karl looked between them. The weight of his words tugging at a nerve. Xander’s gaze snapped to Karl first with his eyes sharp as steel. “Yes, Karl, you should do that.” David spoke, his expression earnest, his brows drawn low in persuasion at Xander who looked like he would walk away any moment. “I promise to keep you informed. When Karl finds h

Xander’s shoulders loosened the instant he heard Tatiana’s voice, the rigid tension that had caged him for an hour finally easing. His chest sank with a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, the sound of her words sinking into him like water into parched soil. “Relaxed now?” David spoke from behind him. He had been there just observing him throughout the call without interruption because he knew his needed to talk to his wife or he might run mad. Xander turned slightly, the cold mask already settling back over his face. Yet David noticed—beneath the steely expression, the faint trace of relief still lingered in his features, a softness around the eyes, a loosened jaw. It was enough to tell him Xander was okay. “The introduction is already done. Now we move to the strategic session. I beg you, in the name of your dear wife, please don’t live through these two hours like the ghost you were in the last one.” His voice rose and fell with a blend of mock reprimand and friendly coun

Xander's office was quiet when Karl pushed the door open. Only David sat, his sleeves rolled up, papers scattered in front of him. He looked up when Karl entered, his expression calm but questioning. “Where’s Alex?” Karl asked, his tone brisk. David leaned back in his chair. “He left about an hour ago. Said he had things to settle at home.” He studied Karl for a moment, noticing the tightness around his jaw, the fire smoldering in his eyes. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re about to explode.” Karl didn’t waste time. He dropped a folder onto the desk between them and said in a low, charged voice, “It’s Tatiana. The car we had on track? It didn’t go to her friend’s house.” David frowned, confused. “What do you mean? She said she went to Freda’s.” “The coordinates don’t lie,” Karl shot back. “The route showed something entirely different. She never went near Freda’s.” David straightened in his chair, unease flickering across his face. “Then where the hell did she go?” K

"No..." That was all Xander needed When his lips finally brushed hers, it ripped through her chest, leaving her trembling. She gasped, her hand instinctively grabbing his shirt, clutching it like a lifeline. Tatiana’s lips parted, allowing Xander to gain access. Her heart stuttered violently, her body igniting under his closeness. She made a sound... a quick gasp for air... and he swallowed it, his hand sliding behind her neck, deepening the kiss. Tatiana's fingers, trembling at first, found his shoulders, then the back of his neck. His lips lingered on the flesh of her cheek, then lower, to her jaw, the faint scrape of stubble against her skin making her shiver, and then he caught her collarbone. Her head tilted back giving him permission. His fingers slowly traveled down to her sleeves and carefully unbuttoned them. And in one swift motion, he pulled her shirt off, which earned him a gasp from her. Xander stilled for a moment, his eyes hovering on her bare chest w

Tatiana rested in Xander’s arms, her body moulded against his, yet her eyes stared blankly ahead. A sudden whiteness seemed to engulf them, a quiet, almost sterile light that made the world feel distant. She wasn’t asleep, nor was she looking at him—there was a silent somberness that radiated from her like an aura. Xander could sense it immediately. The tension, the thoughts spiralling beneath her calm exterior—it was as if her mind was shouting in silence. She wasn’t the only one thinking; he felt the weight of her worry pressing against his chest. The contract ended today, and after today, their marriage would too. Her thoughts were clear, piercingly so, yet he leaned closer, his voice a soft caress against her ear. “Sulking?” The warmth of his breath wasn’t comforting this time—it only made the emptiness more obvious to him. “It’s nothing,” she murmured, her voice fragile and brittle. “It’s something. You are cursing me in your head. My body is twitching from it.” “I’m… I