บททั้งหมดของ Let Me Go Daddy, I Am Engaged To Your Son!: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Marcus’s POVSomething wasn’t sitting right. There was no single moment I could point to and say, that’s it. It was quieter than that. Just a feeling that stayed with me, even when everything looked normal.Iris had always been easy to read. I would not say she was predictable, but she was just open. You didn’t have to guess with her. If something bothered her, you saw it. If she was happy, you felt it before she said anything. Being with her never felt like work.But lately, it did.And the strange part was, nothing actually looked wrong. If anything, she seemed better. Softer, warmer and more attentive. She laughed when she should, leaned into me, said the right things. It should have felt reassuring.It didn’t.Something about it felt like she was aware of every moment and making sure she handled it the right way instead of just being in it.I started noticing small things. A pause before answering something simple. A smile that came a second too late. The way her attention drifted

Iris’s POV For the first time in weeks, the house felt…strange. That strange quiet way that comes after a storm passes but the air still feels charged, like something might crack open again if you breathe too hard. Marcus moved around the living room, humming under his breath, flipping through something on his tablet like the world had settled back into place. And maybe for him, it had because the investigator had come back with nothing. There were no loose ends or hidden life waiting to be uncovered. Just a neat little report that said everything was fine, that his fiancée was exactly who she appeared to be. I watched him from the couch, my hands folded too neatly in my lap, keeping my smile practiced and soft. Everything was fine and that was the story now I am pushing. “You’ve been quiet,” Marcus said, glancing up at me. There was no suspicion in his voice this time.I forced a small smile. “Just tired. I think everything finally caught up with me.” He studied me fo

Iris’s POV I sat on the couch with Maya across from me, her eyes fixed on my face as if she could pull a solution out of me by sheer focus alone. I wished it worked like that. I wished there was something inside me to pull out that wasn’t fear dressed up as logic. “We need something that makes sense,” she said, controlling her tone to hide the frustration she felt. “Something that holds up if he asks questions that won’t fall apart the moment he looks at you twice.” I nodded slowly, though my thoughts had already drifted ahead of her words. All I could think of was how I was going to get through my wedding night without ruining my marriage. Before Victor, I used to fantasize about my wedding night and things I would finally do with Marcus but now, with the wedding days away, I am filled with dread. “Iris.” I blinked and looked at her. “You’re somewhere else,” she said. “I’m here,” I replied automatically. She held my gaze, unimpressed. “Then tell me what I just said

Iris’s POV The alarm rang relentlessly like it had something personal against me. I groaned, reaching out blindly until my fingers found my phone and silenced it. For a second, I stayed there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember why I had willingly chosen to be awake at this hour. Then I remembered I wanted to make breakfast for Marcus. I let out a slow breath and pushed myself up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. This had been a deliberate decision. I wanted to do something normal. I haven't cooked in months and it can serve as a reset, in the smallest way possible. The apartment was still when I stepped into the kitchen. That early kind of stillness where everything feels untouched, like the day hasn’t started making demands yet. I moved around quietly, more out of instinct than necessity, pulling things out, setting them down, giving myself something to focus on that didn’t involve overthinking. By the time I started cooking, I had no room for spiralin

Iris’s POV I walked out feeling accomplished. I was capable of deciding without turning it into theatrics But as we passed a watch store, I stopped walking. Maya kept going for a few steps before she realized I wasn't beside her. She turned around and saw me staring through the window. "No, absolutely not! We just had a win. Let's not ruin this." "I'm just looking, Maya." "You're not looking. I can see the gears turning, stop turning them." But I was already moving toward the door. Inside, the store was quiet and cool. Watches sat in glass cases. I walked past the flashy ones, the ones with too many dials and buttons. That didn't match Marcus’s style. Marcus likes things simple. I stopped in front of a watch with a dark grainy leather strap, even stitches, a solid buckle, and a plain face. Nothing fancy but any discerning eye could tell that it was the real deal. "That one," I said to the person behind the counter. Maya appeared beside me. "You already got him a note