Semua Bab Contract Marriage With My Ex's Hot Uncle: Bab 41 - Bab 50

I willed myself to concentrate. I thought of my dad, remembering all he taught me. I pressed the pencil on the blank paper and began to sketch.I got carried away, bringing my ideas to life. By the time I finished, it was a few minutes to noon.I took a deep breath and stared at my rough sketch. I had transformed the jumpsuit into a two-piece set, and in place of the stiletto heels, I added a pair of chunky boots.I looked up when Jasmine started collecting everyone's sketchbook. I quickly scribbled my name beside mine and handed it to her.Alicia took them all to the main designer in charge of the fashion design department, Miss Kate Harding. All we had to do now was wait.I was about to return to my seat when Gina's voice made me pause."Honestly, I have no idea why some people with no talent participated in this." She began. "It would just be a waste of time."The girls around her giggled, silently agreeing with her. I knew she was referring to me, but I totally ignored her. There

***~CLAIRE~***A pounding headache roused me from my unconscious state. I moaned in pain, struggling to open my eyes. Something wet and sticky was coated to the side of my head. When I lifted my hand to touch it, I realized my hands were restrained. I looked down. My wrists were tied with a thick rope. The roughness of the rope rubbed against my skin, making it burn. I winced as I pushed myself to sit up. My feet were tied too. I was tied up in what looked like the back of an empty van. Metal spikes and strange looking tools were scattered around me. Panic slammed into me suddenly. Where was I? Why did this happen? Where was Karl? Did Ophelia have something to do with this? Was that why she convinced me to welcome Christian at the airport? I had so many questions running through my mind, questions I didn't have answers to. I looked around for my phone, but it was gone. Even my purse was gone. No one knew where I was. The door to the van opened suddenly, making me jerk in frig

***~CHRISTIAN~***An unknown caller called me the moment I stepped down from my private jet. The number displayed on the screen was unknown. I almost didn't want to answer it. I had a habit of ignoring unknown callers, unless I knew who they were. This particular number was unfamiliar. As I made up my mind to answer it, the call ended. I tucked the phone into my pocket and forgot about it. A sleek Bentley was waiting for me, with Eric holding the door open. I slipped in and pulled out my phone again. The first person I called was Claire. I don't know why I called her. Maybe to let her know I was back, or maybe for some other reason. I didn't know. But her phone went straight to voicemail. That was odd. It was the weekend, so she wasn't at work. I dialed her number again, but it went to voicemail a second time. Maybe she was asleep. I was about to toss my phone away when it rang again. It was the same unknown number. The caller's persistence was beginning to piss me off. I an

***~CLAIRE~***The first thing I heard when I gained consciousness was voices. They sounded garbled, unclear. I slowly opened my eyes. It took me a moment to realize I didn't have my glasses on. I couldn't see past the blurriness coating my eyes. But I could tell I was in a hospital room. The smell of antiseptic and the typical smell of hospitals tickled my nostrils. I felt the bed beneath me. It was soft. A machine beeped repeatedly beside me, and through my blurry haze, I could see the outline of a cannula attached to my hand. My eyes followed the tune until they fell on the syringe which injected the drip into me. Then one of the voices caught my attention. It was Christian. He was speaking to someone else, probably the doctor. "Do what you can." He said. "But this should be between us. I have my reasons."The tone of his voice sounded worried. Was he worried for me? What were they talking about? "I don't know, Connor, but do everything you can to save her. She's my fiancé

"Why?" She whispered. I shrugged. "Not all relationships are meant to be happy ever afters, Claire. Some are meant to break off, so another one can begin." A confused frown furrowed her brows. "What do you mean?""I mean us." I said. "I want to improve our relationship. I know we met under unfavourable circumstances, but it doesn't mean we can't make it better. You're my fiancée after all."She lowered her eyes. I waited patiently, allowing her to process whatever she needed to process. After a while, she looked up. "I want that too."A soft smile touched my lips. I had a strong urge to kiss her then, to know how soft those lips would feel against mine. But I didn't. I didn't want to rush things like I did with Sloane. I had fallen too fast with Sloane, and look where it ended. I was going to take this one really slow. "There's something else I need to ask you." I murmured. The soft look on her face turned to one of concern. "What is it?" She whispered. "Connor said you'd be f