All Chapters of Got A Free Husband, His Son Was A Bonus: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~MELISSA~"You look, great ma belle." He murmured in that unmistakable growly voice of his.As I turned around, the wind hit my hair, splashing it all over my face.I pulled the strands back into place to have a clear view of Richard walking into the deck with a glass in hand, his other hand in his pocket."You even wore a suit. Impressive!" "I thought it was a formal party as you said,” he stopped next to me."No, that's not what I said," I turned back to the calm ocean before us, gripping the railing again as the cool wind kissed every part of my skin."You don't look bad yourself," he said leaning on the railing beside me with his head pushed forward as he sized me with his eyes. I just sip from my glass like I didn't know he was doing that. "I can see how much effort you put into your look just because I'll be here.""I was already here before you decided to come, remember? I had already worn this dress, did my make-up before you gloriously called to ask if we could go for anothe

DESMOND Patricia stood straight the moment I walked into the house, her hands resting in her waist.Richard was sitting on the table, a bloody hanky in his hand with the top of his shirt also stained in his blood. It was really hard to believe that I had done that.Patricia was holding a bag of ice in her hand while my father walked down the stairs just the same moment I arrived."You look like a mess too, is that a coincidence?" Patricia asked but all I did was brush my hair back and look around. "Where's Caleb? I came to get him.""Desmond! Do you not see your brother in this state? Aren't you going to say anything?"“He looks like he got stung. Not a big deal he can't handle” I said coldly, barely looking in his direction. “Sorry, if that makes you feel better.”Richard only made a scoffing sound before holding the hanky back to his nose."Richard! For the last time you have to tell us who did this to you! A mob, a robber, a friend, anybody at all!"I waited for Richard to say i

~MELISSA ~Apparently everything here belonged to Isabella. A lot of craft to behold. Including painted pieces, carved mini statues. I saw an unfinished painting she was probably working on. If completed, this would have sold for hundreds of dollars. I entered art because of my admiration for it. But she entered art because she had the talent. No wonder Desmond couldn't get rid of any of this. They were precious and perfect for memory.I ran my fingers over the chest. It was locked and I kept wondering what on earth was inside. More precious art pieces and tools of course."Can I break this and pin it on the rodents?" I asked while turning the box around and around searching for a loop. Of course there was no way rodents would make it into this house. Well, you can't beat nature. I shrugged before raising the box high about to strike it down on the ground like a stupid spoiled child that my curiosity had turned me into - as it always turned me into.But before I could do that, my

~MELISSA~I shouldn’t believe him. I knew I shouldn’t, but why were his words so easily absorbed into me? Why was it that he was speaking and I wasn’t listening to him but listening through him?Why did his eyes change so much? Crooked to the point I could see his pleas, clear and heavy. What if he really was telling the truth?Even if he was, he had lied. I still couldn’t trust him -I kept reminding myself but yet still felt safe with him. And I shouldn’t have asked if he still loved Isabella. Wasn’t it obvious enough? Wasn’t it clear that he would never fully let her go?And what if he chose you? You know you and him could never be together.“Melissa, I—”“No!” I pushed a hand forward to stop him, then took a deep breath. “I am rather more interested in learning the truth. You’ve already told me what I needed to hear about Isabella. Now I want to know… was Adele always right about Caleb? The whole hoax about inheritance and his relevance here.”He didn’t answer immediately. He let

~DESMOND~“All right, good night,” Claudia announced from the door she was still holding open, but my eyes were down on the pen I was spinning in my hand, my mind far in thought.“Good night,” she said again.I looked up.“A’ight.” Nothing more.I heard the sound of the door closing but not with Claudia behind it.I glanced up to find her still standing there, upright, hugging her folio to her chest.“You’re not going home yet?” she asked.“Nope!”“You stay late at work a lot these days.”“Maybe I’m just tired.”“Tired?” She chuckled. “Tired of home. I wish you’d grant me more time to get tired.”Because I didn’t want to be impolite, I forced a smile.“Are you okay?” she asked. “You were a bit quiet all through today.”Plus, I also spent full working hours in the office without actually doing anything much, or my usual two to three hours.“Yeah, I’m okay.” I stood up, grabbing my keys. “You know what? I think I should get myself out of here. I’m going out to drink. I’ll drop you home