THE REVENGE OF THE CHUBBY HEIRESS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

JESSIE“Mom?” The older woman turned around. She had a firm face, probably from the intense skincare her wealth could buy. A maroon stain lined every inch of her lips that sat perfectly on her face. She already had a judgmental look on her face when I hadn't even heard anything. “Sit,” she commanded. I looked at Stephen. He pulled me deeper into the room, and we sat on the sofa opposite his mother. He was still holding onto me, tightly, as if I was going to break if he let go. “Mrs Harrington, I…” She raised her hand in the air to stop me, the look of disgust permanently scribbled on her face. She focuses her attention on her son, and her lips part. “What is this?” she asked, and didn’t wait before she continued. “I heard you married.” “I did, Mother. Isn’t that what you wanted?” “I asked you to get married, not to take on a charity case,” she mocked. Her eyes ran over my body, making me feel too exposed. I played with my feet and wished the earth would open up and swallow me.

JESSIEEvelyn’s list is filled with people who have peculiarities that make you wonder how they survive, and the simple answer is the wealth they managed to amass over the years. “How am I supposed to plan this?” I groaned, dropping my head onto the pile of files on the table. No matter how many times I try to curate the menu, it ends up having something another person doesn't eat, and that means I would have to sort it out with something different. At least Evelyn had been kind enough to offer me the details of these men. “You are working on another project on company time?” Tiffany's voice made me scramble to my feet with speed as I snatched the paper in her hand. “What do you think you are doing?” I asked them to pack them up and push them into my bag, not bothering about crumpling them up. “Do we pay you to sit around and do personal little projects?” she scoffed. I rolled my eyes and tossed the bag to the floor. “Tiffany, don’t tell me you’ve fallen head over heels for me,”

JESSIE I am standing in front of the stove, Stephen right behind me, holding my hand as we both stir the sauce simmering over the stove together. He had been this close all evening, when I was chopping the vegetables, when I was figuring out what pasta to use, and now when I was stirring the pot. This was not supposed to be a two-person job, but my voice was caught in my throat, and as much as logic tried to fight it, I didn’t want him to stop. The hair on my back stood in response to him, and I was having all the thoughts I was not supposed to have. “If you do it this way, you won’t have any issues.” His voice snapped me back from dreamland. His lips were dangerously close to my ear, and his breath fanned the side of my cheek. I felt something stuck in my throat as I nodded gently. He turned off the stove and pulled away from me. For the first time that night, I realized that his proximity was the reason I had been sweating on all odd parts of my body and not the stove.

JESSIE. A slightly chubby man dressed in the store’s uniform hurried to us. Allen took a step forward to him, obviously already trying to play the rich boy card, but the older man passed by him and bowed his head before Stephen. My heart pounded in my chest. This might be the reveal I had somewhat been yearning for, but not in the way I wanted it. If this man declared Stephen as Mr Harrington to the crowd, then our simple time together was now going to become a mess. “Mr…” “Mr Henderson,” Stephen managed to turn the tide before the words could escape the man’s lips. He looked up at him, confused, and seemed to understand the desperate pleading look on Stephen’s face. He nodded once and moved back. “What do you think you are doing?” Allen asked, moving closer to stand before the man. “I was the one who called you here to throw these paupers out.” “Do you have any idea who this man is?” Henderson seemed calmer than I would have been. If anyone was putting my job in jeopardy, I wo

JESSIEDress shopping is supposed to be easy, but there is nothing in the high-end boutique aisles that makes me want to pick them up and wear them. “I am sure I can design better than this.” “Then do it.” Stephen was indulging my dreams, and I was already daring my mind to want more. It had always been my dream to wear a piece of mine and see it brought to life. “How can I?” I shook my head with a dismissive tone as I made up my mind to pick out one of the dresses and make it work. They were all beautiful, so there was really no reason for me to reject any of them. I pulled out one of the dresses and shook it in the air. “This will do.” I tried to walk past him to the attendant who was waiting for our pick when Stephen caught me by the arm and pulled me back. He looked at my face for a minute, and it felt like I had become undone before him. “Stop looking at me like that,” I murmured, looking away as fast as I could. “Like how?” I pointed to his face and drew small circles