No Longer His Convenient Wife의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

The curtain swished shut behind her. I stood there like an idiot, staring at the space she’d just occupied. My hands were still curled at my sides, knuckles white, like my body hadn’t caught up to the fact that she was gone again. That dress—fuck. It clung to every curve I’d tried to forget, the way the beading caught the light right over the swell of her breast, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips that made my mouth go dry even now. Her cheeks had been flushed, tears making her eyes too bright, lips parted like she was fighting not to say my name the way she used to when I had her spread out underneath me. I could still smell that faint vanilla on her skin that always drove me insane. Still feel the heat of her back under my fingers from earlier. Goddamn it. Rain—the older one, silver hair catching the boutique’s soft lighting—leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. River stood beside him, hands in his pockets, watching me with an expression that was far t

Arabella Cressida dropped her bag on the counter and kicked off her heels with a sharp exhale. “Well. That was a disaster.” Arabella didn’t respond. She paced the floor, the tile clicking under her Louboutins. Every step felt like she was grinding Dahlia’s face into the ground. The bitch did

Eloise settled into the leather seat, spine straight, hands folded neatly in her lap. She didn’t look at Weston as he rounded the front of the car and slid into the driver’s seat. He didn’t look at her either. The engine purred to life. He pulled into traffic without a word. Typical. Eloise stared out the window, watching the city blur past—boutiques and cafés and people who probably had normal relationships where their partners actually spoke to them. She counted to ten. Then twenty. By thirty, she couldn’t take it anymore. “You didn’t say a word to me in there.” Weston’s hands didn’t move from the wheel. “We were there for the dress fitting not talks.” “We were there together,” she corrected, her voice crisp. “Or at least, that’s what I thought. Apparently, I was mistaken.” “Eloise—” “You were looking at your phone half the time, and when you were paying attention, it was to—” She stopped herself, jaw tight. “To what?” “To her.” Weston’s expression didn’

That was it. His bedroom was on the opposite end of the house from hers. He’d never stepped foot in her room. Her first night here she’d stupidly gone shopping, slipped into that ridiculous black lace lingerie, heart pounding as she waited. He’d never come. He’d slept in Maisie’s room instead, reading stories until the little girl drifted off. She turned and left before the sting could show on her face. Later, when the house had gone quiet and Maisie was finally asleep, she found herself wandering. She had been restless and unable to sleep. She ended up outside Weston’s study without meaning to. The door was ajar. She pushed it open slowly, stepping inside. Eloise moved to the desk, trailing her fingers along the polished wood. Everything in this room was pristine. Controlled. Cold. Just like the owner. She turned, intending to leave— And stopped. There was a door. Not the main entrance. A second door, set into the far wall, partially hidden behind a shelf of book

I froze. “What?” “At the fitting room.” His grin widened wickedly. “When we walked in and you two were just… staring at each other like the rest of the world had burned down. Super intense. Very unresolved.” “We weren’t—” “You absolutely were,” Rain cut in, leaning on his shovel. “It was like a m