All Chapters of THE WIFE HE NEVER HAD, NOW HE REGRETS IT: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

AdrianScarlett shifted against my back as I carried her into the club. I could feel her burning up.Nudging the private lounge door open with my shoulder, I carefully lowered her onto the couch like a fragile vase. Pulling out my phone, I followed the instructions on home remedies to reduce fever.Exiting the lounge, I prepared a bowl of warm water and a clean towel, taking them with me back inside. Sinking low to my knees beside the couch, I dipped the towel into the bowl, wrung it dry, and laid it across her forehead.A weak moan escaped her lips. “You still haven't answered my question, Adrian. We've met before when we were younger. You remembered, didn't you? Why didn't you say anything?“Because I wasn't the kid you met. That had been Chase. If I told her this, I would just be giving Scarlett reasons to leave me. For now, let's avoid telling her the truth for a little while longer.“What's important right now is making sure your fever reduces,“ I said, repeating the motion. “I'l

Scarlett I locked my gaze on his face, refusing to let it drop elsewhere and give in to my curiosity about his lower body, which took a lot of effort.Adrian's expressions, which were usually unreadable, softened. “A penny for your thoughts?“I lifted a brow. “What thoughts? You're the one who asked me to turn around.““Because I wanted to see your face, but you looked like you were bracing yourself for something. You know I'm not wrong.“Damn him. He wasn't. A part of me had expected him to say or do something reckless once I had turned around.Despite my body's betrayal, I forced my breathing to remain even. I wasn't going to let my emotions override my senses a second time.Turning my back to him, I said, “I'll leave you now to finish up.“Only when I left the bathroom was I able to breathe properly. I crossed the room to the window on wobbly legs and watched the raindrops splatter lazily on the glass.“The rain seems to have stopped,“ Adrian said behind me, his voice composed as

AdrianTucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, I tried to remain calm. “Nothing terrible happened to me in the past if that's what you're thinking.”It was a half-truth good enough to that point that it almost convinced me.Scarlett studied my face, searching for the telltale sign that would give me away, but I gave away nothing. “You're not lying to me, are you?”A soft chuckle escaped my lips. “Are you worried about me? That's a first.”“I'm—” Her phone vibrated. She glanced down, then back up at me. “I have to take this call. It's work.”Scarlett was already crossing to the balcony, phone pressed to her ear before I could answer. I watched the door shut behind her before letting the smile drop off my face.I dragged a hand down my face, unable to believe I had been careless enough to suspect that I had a tragic past.Twenty minutes later, she returned. “That was Chase. He wanted to inform me about the set date for our interview with Yasmin Harris.”My face twisted into a sco

Chase“What is your problem, Father?!” I yelled, storming back inside the house to find Cedric Denver casually reading a magazine in the living room. “Why didn't you tell me the truth about this project?” Father didn't look up from his magazine. “Because you're too innocent for your own good, son. If I had told you, my plan would have fallen through.” “The business world is full of competition, Chase,” he continued. “After the successful launch of LARAZEPINE into the market, Hartley Global and LG Group sales skyrocketed more than ours. I knew we had to do something to surpass them.” I shook my head in disbelief. “So, you stole a dead man's idea? Was that the best idea the great Cedric Denver could come up with at seventy-five?”Father shut the magazine, rising to his feet. “At least I did something for the company while you lusted after a married woman.” I opened my mouth to deny it, but no words came out. “Do you think I didn't notice how your gaze followed Scarlett that night a

AdrianWhen we got back home, Scarlett didn't utter a single word. She moved straight up to the bedroom, lay down on the bed, and pulled a blanket over herself, and I gave her all the space she needed because I understood her frustration.She had been ready to pour everything into this project in honor of her late father, Alistair, only to realize she would be finishing it for the very same man who had stolen it from him.Crossing the room, I sank low onto the bed beside her.She spoke first. “I keep wondering why Cedric made my father's idea known to me in the first place. If he wanted it all to himself, why get me involved in it at all?“The answer already slipped out of my lips. “Because a collaboration between Denver Corporation and LG Group would create enough buzz to make the project the center of attraction. It was nothing more than a marketing strategy to Cedric.“A humorless chuckle escaped her lips. “Right. His plan was so flawless I fell for it without batting an eye. I fee