《Vegas Hangover: A Husband and a baby》全部章節：第 141 章 - 第 150 章

EMILEThis place was strangely ordinary; it was nothing like what I had imagined. I observed Travis's room, and it was terribly organized.Seeing this gave me a sudden urge to kick off my shoes haphazardly, throw myself on the bed, roll around on it, and then leave, just to have a tiny bit of mess.Seriously, nothing was out of place. That room lacked decorations, aside from the black carpet, a study desk without a single book lying around, his Macbook, and the double bed, there was nothing else there. I bet his closet was meticulously organized. It was unexpected to learn this about the guy I thought was the "bad boy" type. I figured his room would have rock band posters, or I don't know, empty bags of chips, a big flat-screen TV, and a video game console, or an Xbox One."So, what did you want to talk to me about?" he asked.I snapped back to reality and watched him take off his tie, fold it, and then place it on his study desk. His green eyes seemed to question me as I gripped the

MANUELA"Yeah, I did. I have problems, Emile. That was my way of forgetting what I did. Look, I know I am not Mother of the Year, and I never will be. I lost that opportunity a long time ago, and it is too late to act like a mother. Realizing this now is tearing me apart because of everything I lost, for all the moments we could have lived, and that it will only be part of a distant dream of mine. But I am glad for that, it makes it easier." I stared intently at Emile with all the sincerity of a remorseful mother. "Do you know why I always avoided you? Why I never gave you affection? Because I was afraid. Afraid that you would become someone like... me. You were the worst thing that ever happened to me." I saw her blink in shock; I smiled before rolling my eyes. "Giving birth to you and holding you in my arms terrified me, Emile. You made me face my dark past and remember the two little girls I abandoned to their own luck with a sick father. I tried for a long time to forget that life

MIRANDA"I see the charade is over. How about we take a walk, boss?" he asked coldly.My cell phone was taken from my hand before I could do anything. Powerless, I watched the bodyguard/traitor look at the screen only to see that the messages no longer existed. He arched his thick eyebrow, pondering what to do about it, finally shrugging, he put the device away and softly commented."Do not try any funny business when we get out of the elevator, do what I say and no one gets hurt. Understood?"He looked at me waiting for my answer. I didn't promise anything, I just stared at him trying to evaluate my chances of getting out of there and running away from him, and soon discarded the idea because my efforts would be useless. Facing the reality of the situation left a bitter taste in my mouth. Even if by some miracle I kicked him in the balls and ran as soon as the elevator doors opened, I wouldn't get very far. After all, I was slow and would tire quickly only to be caught again by the o

MIRANDAI screamed in horror when Max's dead weight threatened to fall on me. I pushed him away and saw his body slump against the car door.The driver didn't even react or lose control of the car; he just kept driving as if it were normal for people to be murdered in the backseat while he drove.I feel out of breath. The small thread of self-control was going to snap, and I would fall apart. I couldn't help but look at the blood on the dark window of the car; my stomach churned in revulsion.I heard the bald man sigh. My body tensed, waiting for him to shoot me without any warning."This careless idiot," he grumbled. "Look at the mess he left for me to clean up! Do you know how much work it is to clean all this blood?" I see out of my peripheral vision that he put his gun away. His cold eyes studied me, and seeming to notice that I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, he frowned and said, "Look, relax, okay?"I stared at him, not believing what he said. Relax? In that situation?

TRAVIS"Uh, Travis," Chad whispered. "They are heading our way."I looked over my shoulder and saw two tall men in police uniforms walking toward us. I knew the two of them weren't cops because they weren't in a squad car and had come out of the emergency exit of the rundown bar we had been observing for the last few minutes. If they got closer, they would see who we were and ask questions we couldn't answer, like what two young men were doing in a quiet part of town near an abandoned bar. And if the answer wasn't satisfactory, my father's men would kill us.First, I realized my intuition was right. Yeah, this was the place. And second, I either did what I was thinking or we were going to die before even doing anything to help Miranda. There was certainly no time to think. I turned off my phone, took out my ponytail, unbuckled my seatbelt, and without further ado, grabbed Chad's shoulder—apologizing in advance—threw my leg over his lap, and in less than 10 seconds I was sitting on his