Being Mr. Hunt's Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 6

"I'm sorry," Alura said wiping off her messy face. "I didn't mean to impose. I can go." "It's okay, sit." The old woman insisted gently. "Have tea first, then we'll talk." The woman had led Alura into the temple's tea room. Alura sat down with hesitation, she suddenly became aware of how disheveled she must look. Thoroughly soaked, with her mascara probably running, and shivering like a drowned rat. She wrapped her arms around herself. The woman prepared two cups of tea and placed a cup in front of Alura, "Drink it dear. It'll warm you up." Alura wrapped her hands around the cup and the heat seeped into her frozen fingers. "Thank you," she whispered. The woman sipped her own tea, studying Alura through the cup with sharp eyes. "I'm Mabel," she said finally. "Though most people call me Grandma Mabel, you know due to old age. And you are?" "I'm Alura Wayne." "Alura Wayne. It's a pretty name. Would you like to tell me why you're praying for miracles in the rain?" Alura panick

Alura arrived at the Temple at exactly 8 AM. "Lily." Grandma Mabel smiled warmly. "You're right on time." Alura smiled back and sat across, her eyes fixed on the duffel bag on the table. It looked heavy and full. "That's four million dollars," Grandma Mabel said, following her gaze. "It's cash just like I promised. You can count it if you want." Alura shook her head, "I trust you, Grandma." Grandma Mabel smiled, "Smart girl." She pushed the velvet box forward. "Open it." Alura nodded and opened it. Inside the box were two rings. They looked elegant without being too flashy. One was slightly larger than the other one. "The smaller one is yours. Try it on." Grandma Mabel said. Alura slipped it onto her left ring finger. And it fit her perfectly. "How did you know my size?" "I have my ways." Grandma Mabel smiled suspiciously. She pulled out a thick document from her handbag and set it in front of Alura along with a pen. "Read it carefully at home, don't sign until you unders

"Hmm, this is definitely a cheap knockoff," Lucius said casually. "The original design costs about five thousand dollars. Yours looks like the fake version they sell online for two hundred." He thought that, even though her ring looked exactly like his in every detail. It might be possible to be a fake version. Alura's hands clenched on her lap, she felt really embarrassed. How can he be so rude by calling her ring a cheap knockoff? Even though the husband she married might not be as rich as Mr. Hunt it doesn't mean he couldn't afford a five thousand dollar ring. Especially since he could afford to pay for her father's debt, a debt of forty million dollars. And if truly his ring is custom made, maybe it's just the designer who chose to remake the same design. But then again she couldn't argue with Mr. Hunt to avoid losing her new job. "I see," she smiled tightly. Her voice was strained, clearly holding back her words. "You must be right, sir. I'm sure my husband just bough