All Chapters of Marrying The Arrogant Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 20Katrina Pierre’s tongue seemed to shrink back, and for a moment, he couldn’t say a word.“Are you really going to get mad just because of that?” I asked, the tension in his brows easing almost instantly.“Of course not,” he answered firmly. “Now hurry up. I still have a few things for you to do.”Before I could even open my mouth to respond, he had already walked away from where he stood.Was he seriously treating this like some kind of competition, seeing how many orders he could throw my way?But whatever. It wasn’t like the tasks were that difficult, and honestly, it wasn’t worth complaining about.As soon as I stepped out of the dining room, Pierre, right in front of all his friends, told me to organize the things in his suitcase and arrange them neatly inside the closet.I followed his instructions carefully, making sure no one would notice what we were doing.“Are you done?”While I was hanging Pierre’s shirts neatly on their hangers, a familiar voice broke the silenc

CHAPTER 22KATRINA“I’ll just go to Iceland!” I decided. That was the name of the ice-skating rink located on Deck 11.Before heading there, I read the description first. It said that guests were required to wear winter clothes because from the ceiling of that hall, bursts of cold air were constantly being released, just enough to make the place feel like a real winter wonderland.From the pictures, I could already tell how thick everyone’s outfits were. People were bundled up in layers. Heavy coats, wool scarves, gloves, and boots that almost reached their knees. It really did look like the middle of winter inside that skating rink.I didn’t bring any winter clothes with me, of course. But luckily, they offered everything for rent, including the shoes I’d need for skating. That was a relief.I had originally planned to go out later in the evening, but the thought of gliding over the ice was just too exciting to resist. I couldn’t wait any longer. So, I packed all my important things i

CHAPTER 24KATRINABefore he could even catch sight of me, I quickly leaned back against the couch and turned to the side, angling my body away from him so he wouldn’t see my face. My heart raced as I tried to make myself look as casual as possible.“Is there something wrong?” Diego asked curiously.“M-My boss is here… Please, don’t make it obvious…” I whispered urgently, barely moving my lips.His brows furrowed slightly. “Where is he?”I swallowed hard and whispered, “Can you see the man outside the café? The tall... muscular one wearing a brown shirt…”Diego subtly turned his head to glance outside. “Yeah, I can see him.”At that, I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, a wave of panic washing over me. I could practically feel my pulse pounding in my ears. If he sees me sitting here with another man, I’m dead. This would turn into a huge scene, no doubt about it! Why on earth did he have to come looking for me here of all places?“He’s looking around... in every direction,” Diego murmu

CHAPTER 26KATRINA I turned to face him, my brows furrowing as irritation rose inside me. “Why did you take it off?” I demanded. “Do you know how long it took me to get that ponytail just right?”He didn’t even look guilty. “Didn’t I tell you not to tie your hair like that?” he said flatly.I blinked, confused. “I don’t remember you ever saying that."He crossed his arms and gave me that annoying, judgmental look. “You look like a horse with that hairstyle. Stop doing it.”Before I could even argue, he tossed my hair tie aside carelessly, letting it fall somewhere I couldn’t even see. I let out a deep sigh, trying to keep my temper in check.“Fine,” I muttered under my breath, gathering the strands of my hair and letting them fall freely over my shoulders. “I’ll just leave my hair down so we can finally go."“Very good,” he commented, his tone smooth and faintly amused.He took the first step toward the door without another word. I followed behind him.We headed to the large bar on De

CHAPTER 28 KATRINAThrough my haze, I saw him stand and make his way toward me. His steps were so confident, unlike mine, which probably would’ve swayed in every direction if I even tried to move. He stopped right in front of me, his tall figure blocking out the lights above, and without a word, he guided my arm over his shoulder.His hand brushed my waist as he adjusted his grip, making sure I wouldn’t topple over.“I’ll be right back, Elina,” he said over his shoulder.“I’ll be waiting, Sir Pierre!” the hostess called out playfully. I would’ve rolled my eyes if I weren’t concentrating so hard on not vomiting or falling.“Walk slowly,” Pierre murmured beside me as we started toward the door. “You kept drinking even though you can’t even handle it.”I tried to glare at him, but I was too dizzy to manage anything intimidating.We started down the stairs, and I clung to his arm for dear life. Each step felt like a trapdoor waiting to send us tumbling down. “We should’ve just left you