All Chapters of Married To A Hot Comatose Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Emily's legs gave out the moment her feet touched the floor.She caught herself on the edge of the bed and stayed crouched there for a moment, waiting for her knees to decide whether they were going to cooperate.A man who had been unconscious for three years had just opened his eyes, grabbed her, and flipped her onto her back. She had screamed for help. The lights had come on. Half the household had witnessed the aftermath.She had not fainted. She considered this a significant personal achievement.After a while she stood, smoothed her nightdress with hands that were still trembling, and looked at the bed.Kellan was sitting up, his expression absolutely unreadable, the blanket settled around his waist. He was looking at her the way you look at a problem you are deciding how to handle.The air in the room had the particular weight of a storm that had not quite broken.Emily had imagined this moment before. She had wondered what kind of man Kellan Scott would be when he woke up. She

Mrs. Scott's tears fell quietly.She had promised herself she wouldn't cry. She had kept it together through the phone call, through the flight, through the drive from the airport. She had walked into this house in her work clothes because she hadn't stopped long enough to change, and she had held herself together all the way to the moment she saw his face.Then she hadn't."I'm awake now," Kellan said. Simply, quietly — but she heard everything in it.She wiped her eyes and crouched down so they were level, the way she used to do when he was small and she had a rare hour at home.He had always been too serious for his age. Too composed, too careful, too aware of what the family name required of him. She had done that. She had needed him to be strong, and she had made him strong, and sometimes in the middle of the night she had wondered what it cost him."The company—" he started."Later." She shook her head. "Your body first. Everything else later."He looked at her the way he always

Mrs. Scott had always wanted a daughter.It was one of those quiet wishes she had never said aloud — not to the old man, not to anyone. She had Kellan, and Kellan was more than enough to love, but there was a particular kind of warmth she had imagined and set aside as something that wasn't going to happen for her.She stood in the kitchen doorway and watched Emily move between the stove and the counter, calm and efficient, her ponytail swinging, and felt something she hadn't expected.Satisfaction.She sat down at the table."Mom, breakfast is ready." Emily set down two plates and disappeared back into the kitchen.She reappeared with two small glasses of something pale green and white."Coconut latte," she said. "With fresh mint. I noticed some in the refrigerator."Mrs. Scott picked up one of the pot stickers and bit into it.She put down her chopsticks."Did you make the wrappers yourself?""Shrimp filling," Emily said. "The dough is from scratch. I wasn't sure what you liked so I

he's mind flashed back to the conversation he had with the investigators few minutes ago *******************"His name was James," Richard said slowly. "James Ward. He was the project director on the other side."The two investigators exchanged a look."And are you aware of any personal relationship between James Ward and your wife at that time?"Richard paused.He had not been aware. He had not looked closely. He had been focused on the contract, on his company, on the momentum he was building, and Victoria had been — helpful. Extraordinarily helpful. She had known the right people, asked the right questions, and he had been grateful without examining the source of her knowledge.One of the investigators opened a folder and slid a stack of photographs across the table.Film photographs. Old. The colors slightly faded at the edges.Richard looked at them.Victoria and a man he didn't recognise. Her head on his shoulder. His arm around her waist. A photograph taken at a restaurant, ca

The car stopped outside the most upscale shopping complex in the city.Emily looked up at the gleaming facade and then at the old man."I thought we were going to a park," she said."Why would we go to a park?" He was already getting out of the car, accepting the door Roland held open with the serenity of a man who had never in his life gone to a park when there was a shopping mall available. "Your grandfather is very modern. I have not been to a place like this in years. Today I have you with me — perfect."Emily took his arm and walked inside.The ground floor was exactly what she expected — jewelry, watches, glasses, accessories, everything displayed under lighting specifically designed to make price tags look reasonable from a distance and alarming up close. She recognized some of the brand names. The ones she didn't recognize were probably more expensive."Sunglasses," the old man announced, steering toward a display."I have sunglasses," Emily said."Try this one." He held up a