All Chapters of His accidental husband: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Damien Cross POV“Are you going to just stand there or actually help me? Adrian said. I leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. “You don’t really want my help. You just want to boss me around.”He snorted. “You? Help? You’ll probably burn the kitchen again.”“Again?” I walked closer. “That was one time.”“One time too many,” he said, shaking his head. “Stay where you are. I like my house not on fire.”He froze for a moment, then relaxed. “You smell like coffee,” he murmured.“And you smell like trouble,” I said calmly.He chuckled. “Flattery won’t get you dinner any faster.”“It might get me dessert,” I whispered near his ear.“Damien,” he said in that tone that was half warning, half laughter.“What?”“Behave.”“I’m trying.”“You’re failing.”He turned the heat down and reached for a plate. “You’ve been quiet all day,” he said. “Everything okay?”I hesitated. “Yeah. Just thinking.”“About?”“Us.”He looked back at me, brows raised. “That sounds serious.”“It’s not,” I lied. “I jus

Damien Cross POVFor a while, everything was calm. Adrian was in the kitchen making coffee, humming that soft tune he always did. The smell filled the house. I sat on the couch pretending life was normal again, no fights, no set up.“Want sugar?” he said.“Yeah. Two spoons.”He turned and smiled. “You take too much sugar, Damien.”“I need it. You’re sweet, but not enough.”He laughed. “You’re impossible.”“I try,” I said, standing and wrapping my arms around him from behind. “Don’t move.”He leaned back into me. “You smell like sleep.”“And you smell like coffee and trouble.”He chuckled softly, tilting his head against mine.Then the doorbell rang.Adrian froze. “I’ll get it.”He opened the door and everything stopped.A woman stood there. Tall, pale blue coat, holding a baby wrapped in white. The baby whimpered softly.Adrian went still.Her eyes were red, like she hadn’t slept. “Adrian,” she said, voice shaking. “We need to talk.”I stepped closer. “Who are you?”She looked at me,

Damien Cross POV“Don’t move,” I said quietly.“I believed a lie,” I said under my breath. “I hurt you because I was too scared.” “You look like you haven’t slept in a week.”“Maybe because I haven’t,” I said. “Every time I closed my eyes, I saw your face when I left you.” “You really thought I’d have a baby behind your back?”I exhaled. “I didn’t want to. But when I saw her holding that baby and saying your name…” I shook my head. “It felt too real.”He sighed. “You always think people leave, don’t you?”“Because they do.”“Then stop pushing the ones who stay,” he said quietly.Then we heard a door opening.Adrian frowned. “Expecting anyone?”I shook my head. “No.”“Carter,” I said, my tone sharp.He smiled like he owned the place. “Well, isn’t this cozy? The lovers reunited.”Adrian stepped forward. “What the hell are you doing here?”Carter raised a brow. “Relax. I just came to talk.”“I don’t want to talk,” I snapped. “You set this up the DNA test, Sophie, all of it.”He gave

Adrian Hale POVWhen I woke up, Damien wasn’t beside me.The sheets were still warm where he had been, but the space was empty. For a few seconds, I lay there, staring at the ceiling.Then I saw his phone on the nightstand.The screen was still on, like he’d just read something.I sat up, pulled the blanket tighter around me, and called out calmly, “Damien?”No answer.I got up, the floor cold against my feet, and followed the sound of movement from the kitchen.He was there, standing by the counter, still in his shirt from last night, holding a cup of coffee that had already gone cold.“Hey,” I said carefully.He didn’t turn around. “You’re awake.”“Barely,” I tried to joke, but my voice cracked a little. “You’ve been up long?”“Couldn’t sleep.”I frowned. “Because of what happened?”“Did someone message you?” I asked, almost whispering.He blinked. “Why would you ask that?”“Because you look like you saw a ghost.”He set the mug down, his knuckles white around it. “Maybe I did.”My

Adrian Hale POVI woke up to the smell of coffee and sunlight entering my eyes.Damien was already up, sitting by the kitchen counter, reading emails like he always did. Shirt unbuttoned halfway, hair messy, glasses sliding down his nose. He looked more like a sleepy angel than the cold CEO everyone feared.He glanced up when he heard me. “You slept late again.”I yawned, dragging myself to him. “Because someone kept kissing me instead of letting me rest.”He smirked. “You didn’t complain.”“Because I was busy surviving,” I teased, taking the mug from his hand.He watched me sip, eyes sexy. Then, out of nowhere, he said, “You look happy.”I blinked. “I am.”He nodded slowly, like he didn’t believe it. “You’re not used to being happy, are you?”“Maybe I’m learning,” I said. “With you.”He smiled at that kind of smile he never gave anyone but me.For a few moments, everything felt light. We talked about work, weekend plans, the new assistant who sent him the wrong files twice. Nothing d