The Billionaire’s Contract Wife Can't Let Go のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Alex POV: What If The Baby Is Mine?"Mother of God," Barbish mutters, his eyes bulging.He takes a step back. Both his thin hands go to the white tuft of hair on his head, pressing against it as though he needs to hold himself down or float away. His hands drop. He grins at all of us, and specifically at no one, at the room itself, and at the painting Dana has just produced on the canvas that had been blank an hour ago."I told Agnes," he announces, to the skylight. "She is me, and I am her."Dana is wiping her hands on a cloth, working the pigment from between her fingers. Her forehead is gleaming with perspiration, her chest rising and falling a little faster than usual. Her face has that light in it, the one I have seen in the moments when she has outdone herself.If she only knew what's happening on my phone.Jodie has been escalating steadily since last night. The messages this morning had gone past hurt into threats, not of ending things, but of coming to Denver. We've stayed at

Alex POV: Jodie Is In DenverI'm standing outside the hospital, getting pummeled by strong, Denver cool winds while my phone is pressed to my ear talking to Colt Wuckert. I'm struggling to sound less rattled than I am."Dana is in the hospital right now," I tell Wuckert. "I'm sorry we couldn't make it. Can we reschedule?""Of course we can," he replies. "In New York, maybe."I grit my teeth. "I'm sorry. I wanted to be there but she ate something she wasn't supposed to eat and it escalated quickly. If we could make it work in the morning, I think—""Allergies?""Yes.""Alex, don't worry about it. You have your gold watch. Work on it."I open my mouth to ask what that means. But Wuckert continues, "And make sure you stick with her."The line goes quiet. I stand on the pavement outside the hospital and look at the phone. "Okay," I say. "I will."After the call ends I stay where I am for a moment, turning the conversation over in my head. ‘You have your gold watch. Work on it.’ I don't k

Alex POV: Dana Leaves Denver Without Him"Yes, I'm jealous," Jodie snaps from the bed. "If that makes you happy, fine. I said it. I'm jealous."I pour myself a drink from the bar in the corner, taking my time with it, and carry it back to the chair near the balcony door. A cool breeze is blowing in, somewhere, a vehicle screeches. I sit."You understand that Dana is my employee," I say. "And that we were both here on business."Jodie is on the bed with her legs pulled up to her chest, her chin resting on her knees, her mascara darkened dramatically making her look like Sweeney Todd in the mjvie. Her hair is loose and chaotic around her face. She's still furious, and annoyingly beautiful. But this has never made things simpler."I checked," she says. "Stanton told me you've never had a secretary before. Not once. Why now?""Jodie." I hold the glass in both hands and look at her steadily. "If this is going to work, if it's ever going to work between us, there is one thing you need to un

Dana POV: It was a good party. But even good parties come to an end. Three hours later, what's left is empty bottles and cake plates and the satisfaction of a beginning that has been properly celebrated.Now it is late afternoon and Charles and I are walking the Capital Crescent Trail. It is a quiet day on the trail lined with old trees.I have a chocolate ice cream cone. Charles has a vanilla ice cream cone. On the back of my head, sitting in a casual angle, is a boater hat made out of yellow straw, tied with a red and black ribbon. Charles had given me the hat during the party. I loved it instantly.Denver and Jodie is far away, so is Alex. Thoughts of what happened last night will put a blight on this walk I asked Charles for so I push it away. "Did you miss me?" Charles asks.I look at him sideways, checking to see what this question means. My guard goes up, my throat goes tight. Please God, let him not tell me he loves me, let him not ask me to date him. I don't want to have t

Dana POV: Dana Tells Fanny The Truth About Her Lost MarriageBy the end of the walk, I'm almost certain Charles is going to ask me to be his girlfriend soon. The way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not watching tells me everything.Back in my room, in the slow drift of late afternoon, my phone lights up with a name I haven't seen in a long time: Kelly Stanton.I stare at it for one full ring, surprised, before I answer. "Hello . . . Kelly?""I know you're surprised I called," he says with a chukcle. "Don't be. I just wanted to check in. See how you're keeping.""I'm doing okay." I drop into the chair by the window, pulling my knees up slightly. There’s a wariness in his tone as he speaks to me. "I'm doing fine," I add. "Good," he replies. "How about lunch tomorrow? Just the two of us."I sit up a little. "You're in Washington?""Yeah. Alex doesn't know, though. I'd like to keep it that way."I can't help it so I ask, "What's this about, Kelly?""I'd rather keep that until we meet