Semua Bab Contract Marriage With My Ex's Hot Uncle: Bab 51 - Bab 60

***~CHRISTIAN~***Maverick didn't speak for a long time after he watched the videos. He just carefully lowered the phone beside him and rose to his feet. I watched him silently, waiting to see what he would do. He walked up to Ophelia and Lana. "Step aside." He murmured. Both women moved away from Jason. Maverick drew closer to Jason and stood still for a moment. Then out of the blue, he slapped him. Jason fell backwards on the couch, holding his face and staring up in shock. This was the first time Maverick hit him. "Maverick!" Ophelia screamed. I felt a twinge of satisfaction, even though I wanted to run my fists into Jason's face. "I didn't raise you this way!" Maverick snapped. "Kidnapping a pregnant woman? Trying to kill her? When did you become a murderer?"Jason looked away, completely ashamed and humiliated. "I raised you to be a responsible man!" Maverick raged on. "To respect women! To be fearless! Yet this is the kind of man you've turned out to be. I'm very disa

*** ~CLAIRE~ *** For a few seconds, I couldn't speak. My mouth watered at the sight of him. I gripped the door knob tighter and tried to pace my breathing. What the hell was he doing, showing up at my room completely shirtless? Was he trying to seduce me? I couldn't even keep my gaze on his without straying lower to his perfectly muscled chest and chiselled abs. Jesus! This man was built like a Greek god... "Claire?" His voice jolted me out of my thoughts. I felt my face heat up with a blush. "Oh, uh, yeah." I stuttered and quickly moved aside. The manly fragrance of his cologne tickled my nostrils, and I inhaled unconsciously. He smelled wonderful. I shut the door and turned around, awkwardly fidgeting with my hands. "I was expecting one of the nurses." I said, trying to fill up the silence. "I know that." Christian dropped the mug of tea and turned around. "I dismissed her." I frowned. "But my bandages..." "I'll change it. Is that going to be a problem?" "Oh. Um,

***~CLAIRE~***It was a tension-filled week. Each one of us worked our backs off to create the best masterpiece for the runway fashion show. I worked as hard as I could. I scoured the internet, dug through all my past designs and sketchwork. I did everything to make my design stand out. I spent hours in front of my machine, sewing, unraveling, stitching and sewing again. It got to a point, I realized I wasn't doing it for me alone. I wanted to prove Gina wrong. I wanted to show her I could kick her off her self-proclaimed pedestal. For once, I wasn't going to let anyone bully me. I was going to win this fashion show. I was going to make sure my design got chosen. A day before the event, Katherine called each of us into a large room. The room was meant for testing the final designs. I stood at the corner, holding my completed outfit. Directly across from me was Gina, along with Cynthia and Jasmine. Alicia and the other girls stood beside me while we waited for Katherine to comm

*** ~CHRISTIAN~ *** I drove into the courtyard minutes past 11 pm and finally released Claire's hand. If someone asked me why I held her hand all through the drive, I wouldn't have an answer to give. I just felt the sudden urge to. I turned off the car and looked at her. She was fast asleep, obviously tired from the stress of tonight's show. I lifted my hand to tap her, but instead, I stroked the side of her face. I tucked her hair behind her ear, my fingers softly brushing her cheek. I didn't want to disturb her, so I let her sleep. I got down and quietly shut the door. Then I moved to the other side. She didn't even stir when I opened the door and lifted her into my arms. Her perfume hit me instantly, a sweet rosy fragrance. Her hand curled around my shoulder as she snuggled closer. She fit perfectly, like she was meant to be there. I closed the door with my foot and headed into the mansion. It was silent. Everyone had retired for the night. I carried Claire to her

*** ~CLAIRE~ *** Christian drove me to work the next morning, and all I could think about was the kiss we shared the previous night. I sat beside him in his car, knees pressed together, hands clasped tightly. I stole glances at him from the corner of my eye, wondering if he was also thinking about it. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead. His fingers gripped the wheel gently, while his other hand rested on the armrest beside mine. I could still feel those hands on me, touching, squeezing… I waited for him to take my hand like he always did, but this time, he didn't. I didn't mind though. Our arms touched each time he drove over a speed bump. That was more than enough. "Why didn't you tell me Jason was in the restroom with you yesterday?" He asked suddenly. I looked at him sharply. How did he know? "I..." I stuttered, unsure of how to answer. Then I looked away and sighed. "There was no need. He didn't try to hurt me, and I felt it wasn't relevant." "Mhm." He hummed. "W