All Chapters of A Second Chance With Arthur?: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Carly“Why?” I almost whispered, I should be getting my own room, not staying with him. “We are married.” He answered. His tone was accusatory, suggesting he was oblivious. I swallowed. It was too soon for us to stay together in the same room. I wasn’t sure what could happen if we stayed together and slept in the same bed.Lord. I wanted to pull my head so badly. It was messed up, and I knew it was going to be messy because I won’t be able to control myself around Arthur. “What are you afraid of?” He suddenly turned to me, cornering me and I took a step back, he took his and then held my waist, stopping my movement. “One more step, and you would be falling backward,” I snapped my head, trying to see what could have caused it, but I was stopped again, Arthur holding my face, as he brought his face closer to mine. My pulse quickened at the proximity, like he was going to kiss me. His face was so closed, watching mine, casting a red hue on my face. Suddenly I felt heat growing thr

Carly Waking up has never felt so good. No, I can’t remember the last time I slept so well. To emerge in deep sleep, without having nightmares, only waking up to feel the need to sleep back, that was how I felt now. I only get such sleep after overworking my bones and drinking myself to death, torturing myself only to wake up with a throbbing headache. But this was different, a feeling of pure pleasure. The room slowly registered in my head. I was at the Wilders’ mansion and Arthur’s heavy weight settled on my waist, caging me from moving. Arthur sleeps close to me, that I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. My ears hit up, seeing his bare chest, holding me. The events of last night slowly fade in. His touches, his kisses. The memories flowed in, igniting a new fire in my core. I couldn’t remember what happened after, but I was carried off the table. My eyes went down my body. I was putting on a different shirt, still white, but different, bigger. Arthur must

Arthur Carly breathes softly against my chest. She sounds like she was having an intake to stay calm. Gently, my hands traced down to her right hand, trying not to alert her, not to pose as a threat, as she still in my arms. She was bleeding, and that cast a hurtful taste to my mouth. She should never get hurt; she was too precious to be hurt. But she worsens it by clenching hard on the glass. I tabbed her hand gently, letting her know she was fine, that I didn’t pose any threat. Slowly, as if recognizing my touch, she let my finger in, and I took the glass from her, putting it inside my pocket. “What’s going on here?” Grandfather asked in horror, looking at the mess on the floor. Aunt Beth and Celia came in last. Her hair deviled from sleep. “Mommm,” Selena cries cut through the room, drawing my gaze to her. She was on the floor with the broken glasses. Some pierced her skin, blood staining them, and her palm was wounded from pressing on one. She looked a mess which the pi

Carly Honeymoon was over. We have both returned to work. The first morning of work, Arthur had prepared breakfast. He waited until I was done eating and even offered to take me to work, but I refused. It felt too intimate, and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. Now that I was back to work, everything was bound to remain normal. But it wasn’t. I was no longer a Harrington, not Carly. I was now addressed as Mrs Wilder at the board meeting. And I couldn’t help but notice the little shift of energy. I’ve always been respected, but a few still held doubt about me being a woman. It was different this time. More like I was feared more.And I delighted in their fear. But there is something that kept weighing on my mind. No matter how I tried to ignore it, it won’t stop. Arthur hasn’t been home since work started. He had prepared breakfast in the morning. Leaving me with a note. Every day, he prepares both breakfast and dinner, keeping the dinner in the freezer. And I can’t

CarlyWas that the reason he came to the company? I knew it wasn't nice to ignore him, but that was all I could do. Building someone’s hope, especially Mateo, who seemed genuine, wasn't something that I wanted to do. I took a deep breath, feeling my head throb at all the time I spent looking at documents. Turning wasn't even the right decision, because Mateo was standing so close and as I turned, his body hovered over mine. Mateo was really tall, attractively tall. “I have been so busy to noticed you messaged me,” I answered, my voice soft, too tired. Seeing him not say anything, I wondered if he caught on. He should, after all, he was no fool. But maybe Mateo was, because he broke into a huge smile. He moved back a little, creating space between us. His hand went to the back of his head, as he smiled awkwardly. “Then, it's all good. I was worried that I was being ignored.” I shook my head internally. He was dumb, really dumb. Who had ignored someone for a whole week because