Bound by Contract: Healed by Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The day didn’t feel normal, even though everything looked exactly the same.Ammie sat at her desk, her fingers moving across the keyboard with quiet precision. Her posture was straight, her expression calm, her focus seemingly unshaken. To anyone watching, she looked perfectly fine—professional, composed, untouched.But inside, it wasn’t that simple.Her mind kept drifting back to the morning. To the kitchen. To the way Adrian had looked at her like he was trying to remember something she was desperately trying to forget. The tension between them hadn’t disappeared—it had only changed shape. It was quieter now, but heavier.Across the office, Adrian stood by the glass wall of his office, his hands resting in his pockets as he looked out over the city. But he wasn’t seeing any of it. His thoughts were elsewhere.On her.On the gaps in his memory.On the way she avoided his eyes.Something had happened. He knew it. Not fully, not clearly—but enough to feel it.And the fact that Ammie re

The silence in the house didn’t last long.It couldn’t.Because outside—Everything was already out of control.---Ammie sat up slowly on her bed, her phone still in her hand. Her eyes scanned the screen again, hoping—maybe—that she misunderstood something.But she didn’t.The pictures were clear.Her.Drake.Walking too close.Looking too comfortable.---Her chest tightened.“…No.”She scrolled.More posts.More comments.More opinions from people who didn’t know anything.---> “So the CEO’s wife is cheating?”“I knew that marriage was fake.”“She doesn’t even look like she belongs with him.”---That one—Stayed longer than the rest.---Ammie dropped the phone beside her.Her breathing uneven now.“This can’t be happening…”---🚪 Downstairs — Same MorningAdrian stood in the living room, already dressed.But not moving.His phone was in his hand.The screen still lit.Same images.Same headlines.---His jaw tightened slightly.Not because of the public.Not even because of the

Adrian didn’t slow down.Not even for a second.The drive to Bianca’s house was fast, reckless, filled with everything he hadn’t said earlier. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw clenched, his mind replaying everything his PA had said.She planned it.She expected it.By the time he got there, he didn’t bother knocking properly. The door wasn’t even fully closed.He pushed it open.And froze.---Bianca wasn’t alone.She was in the living room.Laughing.Close—too close—with a man.Their lips locked like nothing else mattered.---For a second—Adrian just stood there.Watching.Not shocked.Not heartbroken.Just… disappointed.---The sound of the door made them pull apart quickly.Bianca turned.And her expression changed instantly.“Adrian—”---“What the hell is this?” he cut in, his voice sharp.---The man beside her stepped back awkwardly.Bianca straightened, trying to regain control.“It’s not what it looks like—”---Adrian laughed.A short, dry laugh.“Don’t i

Morning came with a strange kind of calm.The kind that didn’t last.Ammie stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her outfit carefully. Her fingers paused for a second as her thoughts drifted back to last night. The conversation. The silence. The way things didn’t feel broken anymore… but not fixed either.“…What exactly are we doing?” she murmured.She shook it off quickly.Work.She needed to focus on work.---The moment she stepped into the company building, she felt it.Eyes.Whispers.Muted conversations that stopped the second she passed.Ammie slowed slightly, pretending not to notice—but she heard enough.“That’s her…”“The CEO’s wife…”“Contract or not, she’s really here…”Her grip tightened slightly on her bag.So it was starting again.---At the reception, one of the assistants gave her an awkward smile. “Good morning, ma.”Ammie nodded politely. “Morning.”But even that felt… different.Like they weren’t sure how to treat her anymore.---She walked toward her desk, try

The office didn’t calm down as the day went on.If anything, the whispers only got worse.Ammie could feel it everywhere she walked—glances that lasted too long, conversations that stopped too quickly, phones that suddenly tilted away the moment she approached.She kept her head down, but her thoughts refused to stay quiet.This is what happens when I get close to him.Inside Adrian’s office, the atmosphere was different.Colder.More controlled.His PA stood in front of his desk, tense.“We’ve managed to suppress some of it,” he said carefully. “But the image already spread before we could contain it.”Adrian leaned back slightly in his chair.“Who started it?”“We’re still tracking—”“I want names,” Adrian cut in immediately.The PA nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”Silence followed.Adrian stared at the tablet again.Not the picture.The comments.The assumptions.The word wife used like it meant nothing.His jaw tightened slightly.“…They don’t know anything,” he muttered.But somehow—