บททั้งหมดของ SECRETLY MARRIED TO HER BILLIONAIRE BOSS: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

She let out an exasperated groan, rubbing her forehead. Why did she look so bothered about me doing the exact thing she did that night? I wasn’t as star struck as she was.“I have officially ruined my life.” She muttered.“No.”I answered quietly. “I just bought yourself some peace.”She looked at me. “You don’t understand. Once is disbelief, twice is on purpose and now he can spread that information…to everybody”I nodded toward the door Kingston had disappeared through. “I don’t think he’ll bother you again for a while.”Then, unable to resist adding one last remark, I said,“Although…If we’re going to continue pretending…You should probably stop looking so surprised every time I call you my wife.”She grabbed the file in her hands and lightly smacked my arm with it. “You’re impossible.”I actually laughed.A real laugh.Klaire eventually looked away first. “I should get back to work.”“You should.”She took two steps toward the door before stopping. Turning back, she pointed a fing

It was one of the first times I was going home without any worries, or weight in my chest. Something inside me felt peaceful.Ever since the investor leak, every morning had started with suspicion and every night had ended with frustration.But now that the truth was out and Klaire had been cleared and the company was recovering.I found myself smiling.Grandmother had been right. “A true leader doesn’t only build companies. He builds people.”At the time, I’d dismissed it as another one of her lectures. Now…I understood exactly what she meant.I’d believed a CEO had to be untouchable, demanding…cold and unforgiving. I had simply made everyone afraid of disappointing me.Including myself. I walked into the apartment and loosened the cuffs of my shirt. And after a few minutes when I have allowed myself a good bath and eaten the take out Hale got for me, I lay flat on the bed. Not sure of what to think, I wandered aimlessly on my phone. Getting to Elise’s text message and the last emo

I still couldn’t get over the events of the previous night. Elise had made me leave my own apartment in the middle of the night. It had been exhausting.Coupled with the numerous work at the office today and my inability to contribute. I needed rest. Rest that had nothing to do with Elise. I was meant to have booted her out of the residence, and I didn’t know why I hadn’t. I guess this was my last straw.I unlocked the door to my suite inside Vilmorre Residence and tossed my keys onto the table. I loosened my tie before collapsing onto the bed without bothering to change.The ceiling stared back at me. And in the cloud of my thoughts, Klaire popped in there. I frowned. I shouldn’t get used to her popping into my thoughts one minute or the other.What was she doing now? Had she gone home safely? She didn’t look like she had a good night's rest and I couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong. She looked… distracted. But at least, it was not me this time. I had given her all the peace…she

I leaned back in my chair, stretching my stiff shoulders. Most of the lights on the lower floors had already been switched off, leaving only the executive floor glowing softly .Another late evening.Except…I wasn’t the last one in the building anymore.Hale said Klaire was still working. She really hadn’t changed. No matter how many promotions she received, she still worked harder than everyone else. I gathered the last file on my desk before standing.…hoping she was staying at the residence today…I frowned at the realization. “When did I start looking forward to them?”I shook my head. “This friendship is becoming….”With a small sigh, I left my office and walked toward hers. The door was slightly open. I knocked gently.“Klaire?”When there was no response, I pushed the door open another inch. “Klaire?”She quickly turned around.“So you’re sti…” The rest of my sentence disappeared.She was wiping her face. Fast. As if she hadn’t wanted anyone to see. Her eyes were red.“Klaire?”

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe properly. Mr. Vilmorre’s arm remained firmly around my waist, holding me against his side with effortless confidence.I instinctively reached for his wrist. “Mr. Vilmorre…” I whispered, hoping he would let go.He didn’t. Instead, his fingers tightened, as if silently telling me not to interfere. My heartbeat quickened. What was he doing?Andrew stared at us in disbelief. His eyes traveled from Mr. Vilmorre’s face…to the hand around my waist…then back to me.“This…” He laughed awkwardly. “This can’t be real.”I opened my mouth to explain. Before a single word left my lips, Aleksander spoke. “It seems you’ve already heard about us.”Andrew’s expression slowly changed. The confidence he’d walked into Vilmorre with began disappearing. He narrowed his eyes. “So…” He looked at me. “Your father wasn’t lying.” Then back to Aleksander. “You really are the man she married.”My stomach twisted.No.Please don’t make this worse.I looked up at Aleksander,