All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Ex's Hot Uncle: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~CLAIRE~ The same SUV that dropped me off the previous night was waiting for me the next morning when I woke up. Actually, a loud knock roused me from sleep. I dragged my tired eyes open and frowned at the door. Who the hell was that? I raised my phone and squinted at the screen. It was past 7 am. The knock came again and I resisted the urge to cuss. I dragged my tired self out of the bed and padded to the door. I didn't even care how I looked. It was probably the landlord. When I opened the door, I came face to face with several men dressed in black suits. I frowned at them, wondering what they wanted. "Who are you?" The bald one wearing a pair of dark shades stepped forward, hands clasped behind him. "Miss Ashton? We're here to take you to the Cartwright Mansion." The drowsiness cleared from my eyes suddenly. I had forgotten that Maverick said he would send a car to get me. "Oh." I stuttered badly, feeling embarrassed at my disheveled state. "Are you ready to g

~CLAIRE~ I couldn't sleep all night. I tossed and turned, trying to find a good position on the large bed. But no matter how much I tried, it just didn't work. I wasn't comfortable. The bed felt strange. And there was a lot on my mind. I couldn't believe Christian actually traveled without telling me. I knew he didn't owe me anything, but he could have at least dropped a message. I thought we settled whatever differences we had the previous night at the club. I felt a change in our relationship, whatever it was. The fact that he didn't even care meant one thing. He didn't think I was that important. And like I always told myself, it wasn't supposed to hurt me. But it did. I woke up the next morning feeling terrible. I hadn't been able to sleep properly. My nausea intensified and I spent like half of the night throwing up in the toilet. When I stepped in front of the mirror, I wasn't surprised at my reflection. I looked pale, sick, exhausted. The area around my eyes was da

Jasmine walked away, and I was left with Gina and Cynthia."What's your name, redhead?" Gina asked.Seriously? Was she deaf when Alicia introduced me?"Claire." I murmured."Where did you get that dress? It's pretty."I could tell she was mocking me, because Cynthia clearly called my dress ugly. It wasn't ugly though. They were just being unnecessarily mean."It's a gift." I answered."From who? Your aristo daddy?" Cynthia laughed mockingly."Shut up, Cynthia." Gina snapped."What? But it's true. She's clearly some old man's mistress."Annoyance bubbled up my throat. I didn't like that one bit, and I knew if I didn't say something, Cynthia would keep spreading it."I'm no one's mistress." I murmured. "I'm just here to work."Both of them looked at me, probably surprised that I replied. Then Gina smiled and shrugged."Honestly, I don't care. Just make sure to follow my instructions.""That's what I plan to do." I looked her in the eye. "I can show you some of my designs if you're inter

***~CLAIRE~***I wasn't surprised to be left alone. If anything, I wanted it that way. I wanted to be alone. I grabbed my bag and headed out. I didn't want to take the elevator again for fear of another wave of nausea. I took the stairs, climbing down one at a time. When I reached the bottom, I suddenly felt weak. I felt drained, and my emotions surged. Tears pooled in my eyes. I tried to hold them back, but they spilled down my cheeks. I wiped them off, but they wouldn't stop. I felt burdened. Approaching footsteps alerted me suddenly and I walked around the stairs and slipped into the stairwell. I dropped my bag and lowered to the floor. And I just cried. I cried like I had never cried before. The stress of the pregnancy, the attitude from Gina and the other girls, the migraine and Christian's nonchalance towards me all joined the flood of tears. My sobs echoed round the stairwell. I was tired. I just wanted a simple life. I wasn't cut out for this. I don't know how long

~CLAIRE~ When I arrived at the company the next morning, Gina kept her distance. She didn't even glance at me as I walked into the design room and headed to my cubicle. And neither did Cynthia. Both of them pretended like they didn't know me. I half expected Gina to have a list of chores waiting for me. I lowered into my chair and leaned against the table. Fortunately, my morning sickness wasn't so terrible. I felt much better than I did the previous day. After a while, Jasmine walked up to me. "Morning, Claire." She beamed. "Good morning, Jasmine. I'm sorry I'm a bit late." "Oh it's okay." She brushed my apology aside. "It's totally understandable, considering your condition." Oh. I had forgotten she knew about it. "Does the whole company know I'm pregnant?" She chuckled and shook her head. "Don't worry about anyone knowing." I looked towards Gina's cubicle. She was staring in my direction. When she caught my stare, she abruptly looked away. "Did something