All Chapters of A Second Chance With Arthur?: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Carly I made my way inside the penthouse, physically and mentally exhausted from everything that had happened. Though Liam had later left, I couldn’t stop thinking about everything, rendering my work almost useless, even at the board meeting. I found myself lost in thought, till now, I couldn’t tell what was fully said. I could only hope that the documents would be submitted by the end of the week. My brows creased at the dark house. It was unusual. “What’s going on?” Arthur wasn't home yet? He had always made sure to be home by now, even urging me to come home earlier for dinner. I sighed, disappointment flowing in my veins. It couldn't be today would be different because of Helena? I shouldn't even be disappointed. Yet it dug at my heart. A soft shudder passed through my body and I sighed, making way to the switch on the light. “Welcome home, wife.” The light turned on and there was Arthur, smiling so broadly, wearing a suit. My breath caught staring at him, his perfectly c

Arthur The rooftop date wasn't perfect, yet the relief I saw on Carly’s face spoke volumes about her unseen worries. She had eaten well, though there was little thought in her; it seemed that it had cleared after my words of asking her to trust me. For the first time in days, she had melted into my kiss, which intensified to clothed pulling, scattering on my room floor as I took her, then with our sticky bodies glued to each other, I cleaned her, tugged her to sleep after. It was a perfect night. One that would have ended peacefully, but it was interrupted by a message on my phone. I was added to a group, filled with messages streaming on it, and it took me a while to understand who they were. Helena and the boys and lastly Liam were added. As usual, they all welcomed her. Being the only girl with us, Helena had always gotten everyone’s attention. And now she was exactly the same. I moved to drop my phone, but her newest message caught my attention. “Let's all go for a drink,

Arthur I waited patiently for the traffic light to flash green. My fingers tapped anxiously on the steering wheel, anger coursing through my veins. My hands tighten on the hard surface remembering how I had lost that dick head Mateo. Just where the fuck did he come from? He couldn’t have arrived with Carly right? How did she even get there? Or maybe it was Helena, but how did she get hold of Carly’s number? I had wanted to follow after her immediately pushing Helena off. Still, she had crowded my space again, in annoyance, I had thrown her off, and then Liam entered, confused, alcohol getting to him. And by the time I finally followed after Carly, Mateo was already with her, leading her inside his car. I called Carly, but it felt like she had blocked me out as she entered and then drove off. And maybe he had known I was following him, because he suddenly took another route, and then I got blocked by moving cars. I didn’t know where he lived, though I had asked K to search fo

Arthur I turned the eggs, allowing them to fry fully, taking a little salt, I sprinkled on them. It was morning and soon Carly would be waking up. Having woken up late, I had settled for a simple breakfast, then later, I had prepared lunch for her, I poured the eggs into a cooler bowl, covering it up. The sound of my phone ringing triggers pain in my ears and I frowned looking at the phone on the counter. It was too early to receive a call. I could only hope it wasn't James. My frown deepened seeing it was an unknown number. I picked. “Hello,” “Oh, your voice is the same as before. Haven't it been a long time since I heard from you, dear Arthur?” My heart stilled at the voice, it was my stepmom. How did she get access to a phone to call me? How was she even sane enough to? “Who are you?” I asked, pretending not to know. “Come on, son,” the sounds of her climbing a staircase echoed. “I know you can tell my voice. But then you must have been shocked to hear me. But you weren't

Arthur My brows creased as I looked at my phone. It was an unknown message asking me to get down to the reception. It had to be the receptionist asking me to come down as I had dropped my number with them. I sighed. I needed to get back to the room early, as Carly could be sleeping now, and I wanted to cuddle her. The elevator beeped and it opened. Stepping out, I placed my hand inside my pocket and walked to the receptionist. Her face beamed with a smile as it landed on me. She straightened her back. “How may I help you, Mr Arthur?” I rolled my eyes as she leaned forward, her waist to the desk now. Idoit. I turned my phone to her. “I received this message to come downstairs.” I showed her the message from the restaurant. Her brows furrowed as she looked at it. The deeper she looked, the more confusion settled on her face. “This isn't from the restaurant.” She murmured. “Huh?” I heard her but I couldn't comprehend her words. If it wasn't from the restaurant, then where? She