Got A Free Husband, His Son Was A Bonus のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

~MELISSA~I had to get used to working with Raymond again. As unfavourable as it was, I had to brush off every other thing that hinted at his presence and focus on my work just like I used to. Two weeks later, I was already getting familiar with the system. The good thing was that we didn't really have to always see each other but his impact was felt and even I was slowly beginning to see the advantage of the partnership. It was a temporary partnership supposed to last for half a year.I could endure for that long.After all, I was still able to make the decisions. It might not be completely autonomous but still needed to pass through me. Even when it seemed Raymond tried to be lenient, I used every small opportunity against his comfort. Like when I got Raymond's revised rollout plan, I barely skimmed through it, before sliding the folder closed and dialing his line. "The timeline’s too aggressive," I said calmly. "It prioritizes Mysti’s digital reach over Petrovia’s stan

~DESMOND~Keeping my eyes off her had been a struggle all along. Initially, we were together when it came to exchanging pleasantries as couples. But when we were done with that, she decided to leave with the excuse that she needed to find somewhere to adjust her dress. Each time I checked, she was either sitting or standing quietly in a corner, drinking.Guilt gnawed at my sides just from watching her. I knew I should be focused. I knew I shouldn't be paying so much attention to her but I could not help it at this point.I took a sharp breath and turned back to face the group I was having a discussion with, my grip unconsciously tightening around Claudia's. She was always around, when I needed it, wasn't she? I smiled softly.On turning back to Melissa, I figured she wasn't seated there anymore. That very moment, my eyes began travelling around every corner of the building, searching for her.Finally! There she was, climbing up the stairs gracefully, her dress dragging back behind he

~RAYMOND~"What do you mean, nothing, Ray?" Anita rushed after me as I went down the stairs in a hurry. "You disappeared just like that from the party last night. And since morning, you've chosen not to tell me anything!" She stopped at the banister while I threw myself into the cushion in front of the bar place."Alright, you wanna know what happened?" I pulled my robe off and threw it across the table before reaching for a bottle of scotch."I was standing with Melissa. Discussing work and then her husband, Desmond Steele showed up and was pretty angry about seeing us together.""Wait! Does that mean he knows she's your ex?""Something tells me he does know," I started pouring myself a glass. "Else he wouldn't have reacted like that. Unless he's just an extremely jealous sociopath.""Wait! How did he act?" She drew close and her back rested on the rim of the table. "Don't tell me you fought with Desmond Steele!"I had wanted to. I really wanted to throw a fist into his face at that

~MELISSA~"Are you done?" I whispered back and he stiffened as if shocked by the question. Swiftly, I pulled my wrists out of his grip and he drew back immediately."You can scare everyone else around here, Richard. But not me!""That's the problem - I'm not trying to scare you," he leans forward , his eyes questioning. "I'm trying to make you see things my way. Maybe what I don't understand is why you keep acting like you've got no form of comprehensive abilities at all.""Well, you're terrible at convincing people." I pushed forward, provoked. "I've already told you. Desmond is my husband. And to him, I shall stick."He pushed his face forward again. "For how long?"When I didn't respond, he drew back and clenched his hands in front of him. I wanted to pretend not to understand that question, but its implication was more vivid than anything else. I could only imagine how deep he meant the question. "Desmond is the only man I love. And I'm not going to compromise that for any reaso

~DESMOND~My head was throbbing so violently, I felt it'll explode in any minute. I didn’t know how exactly to react to the current problem. So I leaned back in my chair instead, clasped my hands, and took a slow breath. If Richard wanted a spectacle, I wasn’t going to give him one. Because that's all he really ever wanted.“Thank you for your honesty,” I said evenly, trying to maintain more professionality. “But I'll be clear. I’m not interested in relinquishing my position. Not anytime soon.”A few murmurs rippled across the table. Whether in support, I couldn't tell.Richard was quiet. Until he tilted his head, that familiar half-smile playing on his lips. “I didn’t say you were interested, Desmond. I said I was.”I couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. “That position isn’t vacant, Senior Director,” I replied, keeping my professional tone. “And it won’t be.” Mr. Hargreaves cleared his throat. “Gentlemen, perhaps we should–”“With all due respect,” Richard cut in smoothly, “th