All Chapters of Fake Dating The Tycoon Lawyer : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

It has been a week since Laurel's death. A week has passed since Electra has neither seen Anders nor heard anything from him. She’s lying on the gurney, staring up at the white ceiling above her as she waits for the nurse. She'll be discharged today. She woke up the next day to find herself on the hospital bed after she had fainted that day. And she has been confined to this bed since that time. Electra had asked the nurse if Anders had come to see her in her unconscious state. Her guess was as good as the nurse's response; no, of course he wouldn't. He didn't go to help her after she crashed to the ground. She can swear he didn't even spare her a glance, even after hearing the thud sound her body made as it connected with the floor. If only he knew. It makes her wonder if it'll change anything. A huge part of her highly doubts it. Nothing can be changed. It's too late to cry wolf. She keeps her gaze fixed on the ceiling, trying not to think about it, but her effort is synonymous

Seated in his living room. Anders lifts the bottle of wine to refill his glass. He finds it empty and glances at Orion. “I'll get another bottle.” He says and moves to stand. “I think we've had enough, Anders.” Orion’s glass is half filled from the first bottle opened. But on the table lay three empty bottles. “I barely drank from these.” Orion points to the three empty bottles laying on the table, emphasizing his point. Anders glanced over the table, noting the numbers of empties lying on it. Orion cócks a brow at him as Anders' gaze settles on his face. He sees the acknowledgement of his point in Anders' eyes as he sits back. Orion is no stranger to Anders' past struggle with alcohol. Over the years, since their friendship, he has watched Anders fight and slowly win this battle. Anders didn't give it up entirely. A glass here and there, a bottle at most. But never three. If Anders is going all the way, then there's a trigger. “What's wrong with you, man?” “I'm pissed.” “

Electra holds his gaze. Anders' jaw ticks, anger flashes in his eyes and he looks away. Electra's gaze drops. Only anger and hate towards her fills his gaze. “Nikas. I hear you're getting out. How come? You bend over good for one of the wardens?” Hector taunts, the mocking grin still plastered on his lips. Nikas hisses and looks away in irritation. Electra glares at him and mouths a curse his way. Hector is quick to catch Electra's glare and lips moving. He turns to her, directing his attention at her. His gaze lingering on her lips. Something flits through his eyes as he appraises Electra. “And it's the beautiful sister. Been a long while.” Hector drawls his words seductively. Anders squints. Sister? Electra looks away, the sight of Hector makes her anger boil over. “Fire.” Hector says in a passionate rasp, his eyes never leaving Electra, a smug smile splaying his lips. “My kind of woman.” “Stay away from my sister!” Nikas spits, his eyes shooting daggers at Hector. Hector

Electra opens the door and stands aside to allow Nikas in. Nikas steps inside the shop, head raised, eyes scanning and examining every corner of the workshop. It's as though he is checking to see if the place is what he remembers it to be. Nothing much has changed. He waits as his sister shuts the door and joins him, standing by his side. “I tried to keep things as you and Paul left it.” Electra says, confirming Nikas’ earlier observation. “I see that. But you didn't have to.” “I wanted to. Makes it feel like you're here.” He shakes his head and smiles. “Well, now I'm here.” She chuckles, smiling delightfully as she trudges inside. “I'll serve these.” Electra says, lifting the bag with takeouts they stopped to get on their way. She served the food and facing each other, they sit across a workbench to eat, the bench served as both chair and table with the meal laid between them They eat silently with Nikas mulling on how to bring up the topic of Electra's situation. “What's

Electra is underneath Murphy's car, working on it, when the front door slides open. From under the car, she peaks, watching the intruder step in. Sleek, black kitten heels. Feminine shoes. “Hello. Anyone here?” The shrill voice echoes through the room. Electra crawls out from under the car. Hands dirty, engine oil smeared over the left cheek of her face. She pulls out the napkin hanging loosely in the pocket of her coverall and begins to wipe her hands clean. “Hello.” she greets back. Recognition drapes her gaze as her eyes meet the face of the intruder. A smile forms on her lips. “Irene.” Electra walks over to her. Irene returns the smile, hers just as wide and friendly as Electra's. She appraises Electra, her eyes sweeping over the petite woman in work clothes. Her long hair pulled back and banded. The black smear on her face. “Wow!” Irene says. “You work here?” Electra's smile softens. “Yeah.” She chuckles. “That explains a lot.” Irene says almost breathlessly. Electra lif