บททั้งหมดของ Got A Free Husband, His Son Was A Bonus: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

~DESMOND~I pulled the sheets slowly over my dad's body as he slept. He had been feverish for days with the doctor's immediate visits. But he looked as if he was getting worse. Even though he insisted otherwise. I pulled the door shut gently and massaged the tension at the back of my neck as I walked down the hallway.My phone buzzed and I reached for it in the depths of my pocket.Claudia.Of course!"Not now," I considered ignoring it, but the buzzing persisted until it felt like needles under my skin. I came to a halt halfway down the hall and finally picked up.“Mr. Desmond,” she breathed out, her voice soft and shaky."How may I help you, Claudia?" My tone hardened. “Please… can you just listen to me finally?""What is it this time?""I said I was sorry- for the other day. I just wanted to apologize. I wasn’t myself.”I kept walking. “Alright.”“That’s all you keep saying?” She sighed."What do you want me to say more? Huh?" I kept my tone soft. "That you're fired? Maybe that's

~MELISSA~I watched in tense silence as the conversation took a brief turn right before my eyes."Desmond!" Patricia called sharply. "Come back here!" But he was already striding out of the room, the door swinging behind him."He'll come around," Patricia waved."And if he doesn't?" Richard demanded, his eyes widening."Then I'll have to... do what I have to do with or without–""Then it better be that way," Richard cut her short. "Cause it's beginning to look as though there's a strange ugly power shift around here.""What a ridiculous thing for you of all people to say!""I better say it because it seems to me like you can't even puppeteer your puppet right anymore!" He yelled, turning around to leave."What? Richard, don't talk to me like that!""Umm..." I rose up. "I need to get to the restroom.""And you!" Her voice held my butt back halfway away from my seat. "You better get your husband to be reasonable or you both won't like what will happen next.""I'm sorry, Patricia but I

~MELISSA~My heels echoed across the passage even as I tipped across quietly. I saw how respectful some employees were when they greeted me. The stare of respect and admiration. Especially the younger female workers.I couldn’t deny the small, guilty satisfaction that came with being Desmond Steele’s wife.Jealousy flashed in some eyes, and honestly? I couldn't blame them. Desmond was a handsome young man, he stood taller than anyone he was with, broad-shouldered that sat on his body that was carved from lazy workouts that somehow still kept him fit and in shape. His office suits hugged him just right, complementing his sharp jawline, his well-kept hair, and those glassy, commanding eyes that always demanded a second look.His lips were mostly folded and when he let them go, it was to smile at someone.Maybe- maybe! If my feelings hadn't completely died and the part of me that picked interest in attractive men was still alive, I may have thought of dating him- Maybe!I slipped quietly

~MELISSA~"Are we going to the park?" Caleb asked from the passenger seat where he sat, pushing forward as far as his seatbelt would let him see through the windscreen."Ummm, maybe when coming back, we'd stop at the park."I swerved across the quiet road as the GPS led me.I drove past the long gates into the building that stood tall in rich brown brick walls with white fitting windows.The lawns were trimmed and green with clear vehicle paths. The place looked just like a castle. A really modern kind of castle.I loved it already. I didn't know what it is about this Adele woman that drew me back to her like this. But I never had a second thought about this.I pressed the doorbell for the second time and waited before the door finally came to be answered.Once the door pushed open, I heard her voice first."Yes?" She was still in her nightdress, shimmering grey with a large bonnet on her head.I didn't expect the reaction she gave me. Still holding the door open, her eyes flipped wid

~DESMOND~“Isabella… she really was in danger before she died. And neither of us saw it coming.”My voice felt heavier than my chest. I could feel Melissa watching me, waiting with her eyes quietly urging me to keep going.“She wanted to quit the conglomerate. Walk away completely. She said the art world felt like a cage. That she didn’t want to live her life following the company’s direction anymore. It was unlike her.”Melissa’s brows drew together, sympathy and confusion balancing on her face.“Patricia didn’t take it well,” I continued. “She said Isabella was being immature, irresponsible. That stepping down would embarrass the Steele name. They didn’t get along well in the first place, so every argument only intensified everything.”I exhaled through my nose. My palms had begun to feel damp.“The board pressured her too. Word got out that she was trying to resign, and the media twisted it into some internal conflict. She found herself in the center of a scandal she didn’t initiat