All Chapters of CEO's UNEXPECTED WIFE : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CLARA'S POVHer cheeks felt hot. But beyond this, she’d felt this warmth travel down her neck, a sudden wave of embarrassment. “Oh, no, you really don't have to,” she had said, and the words rushed from her mouth.“I really mean it.” His voice was low and firm.Before she could protest, his hand was already on her back. A light, warm feeling stirred a strange little jump inside her. The action should have felt too close and too familiar, but instead she felt safe. A small, safe spot in the mess of feelings was turning in her stomach.“What was it? A large latte?” The easy manner in which he had moved, so calm, so annoying, made her feel ten times more nervous than she already was.“Yes, but…”“Two large lattes,” he told the girl with the pink hair, as he reached for his worn leather wallet from his back pocket. He had rested his elbow on the bar, and then his whole body turned toward her. The whole crowded coffee shop seemed to fade away. At this moment, it felt as though they were th

CLARA'S POV“Yes. The ice queen,” he whispered, so softly she could hardly hear him. His laughter was soft, like a secret shared between them.“This is no ice queen,” Clara was quick to correct. She spoke sharply in defense of her boss. Clara literally looked him straight in the eyes.“She just takes everything so seriously. And she listens carefully. She’s a smart woman,” she added.His expression relaxed, and he reached up to push a piece of her hair back from her face, the touch gentle.“Hey, I am sure she is. I didn't mean to be mean.”He didn't say a word for a minute, just staring at her, but he seemed to be thinking of something else.“Just stories, you know? From people around the city. I know people who worked for her.”“What stories?” she asked, an unsettling sensation twisting in her belly.“Just…that she isn't a nice person,” he went on.And as if he was sharing confidential information, he whispered, “That she would hurt anyone who got in the way of what she wanted. They

Jenna’s POVJenna's thumbs were resting on top of the green video call button next to Maddison's name before clicking on it. It is just a simple motion but somehow it suddenly had become a difficult one for her, squeezing her chest.The screen had flashed briefly with her image; that of a woman with very tired eyes, seated on her flowered couch.Just when her screen had cleared into an image, ringing filled her silent apartment. The ringing had echoed like questions thrown into space. One. Two.Only Jenna could possibly sense what Maddison might think; perhaps refusing to respond to her call meant she was engaged at her work station at home. The ringing had reached four when a huge breath was on the verge of being released out of her very chest when, finally, her screen had brightened up.The face on the screen was that of Maddison, but her eyes were not on the camera. NO! Those eyes were on the paper on her lap. The bright light was creating shadows on her facial features and the sha

A spark of joy remained within Jenna after the text message had been sent by Maddison.But on the other side of the city, the individual who had so thoroughly ruined the life of Maddison felt something different. He had made the problem; now it was up to him to clean it up. A cold empty place that had only one occupant. The reaction of happiness that Jenna felt was the complete opposite of the emptiness of emotion that Tyler Cook was on the edge of being consumed by.***Tyler’s Alternate POVTYLER had gripped the steering wheel of his car with so much force that it dug into his skin. The stupid car was a useless thing to hold onto because it did not stop the feeling that his whole world was falling apart.Filthy dirt streaked the dashboard of the car. Every grease spot reflected the city lights that seemed unaware of the existence of TYLER COOK. They sparkled like tiny points of light in the void that represented the future that should have been but wasn’t.The car reeked of stale fo

Madison's POV7 Days Later…It had certainly been one heck of a blur for Maddison in these last seven days.She had been taking slow sips from her ginger ale to deal with the constant twisting in her stomach. Of course, she had convinced herself she was dizzy from being tired from those late nights.But Maddison knew what she was feeling deep down. She'd known it from the start, from what happened during her discussion with Clara in her office about Tyler. It was in those moments she had noticed the churning in her stomach, not from looking over bridge designs, but also when she was dodging Marcus' emails that always seemed nice on the surface but made her feel awful.It was that feeling that pushed to this point, to this room that was smelling not only detergents mixed with various other scents, but those of lavender-scented flowers too. DR EVANS’ PRIVATE CLINIC in the heart of Charlotte.Maddison was still trying to figure out what she was doing there. Every action she’d made, no ma