The Billionaire's Unknowing Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

LyraA younger man was still a younger man.I had my fair share of enjoyable moments with his father, but Dante was on an entirely different level. By the time everything was over, he rolled onto his back, breathing heavily as silence settled over the room. The only sound between us was the steady rise and fall of our breathing after the exhausting encounter.After a while, he was the first to speak."That should be enough to get you pregnant."His words made me stare blankly at the ceiling for a brief moment before I let out a quiet scoff."That's exactly what you said the last time," I replied as I slipped out of bed without another glance in his direction. Picking up my nightgown from the floor, I draped it over my body and made my way toward the bathroom."When you're done, you can leave," I said over my shoulder before stepping inside and closing the door behind me.The warm water poured over my body as I stood beneath the shower, allowing it to wash away every trace of what had

MalcolmSebastian didn't argue.Instead, he simply got to his feet with a knowing smile, and just as he was about to leave, the office door opened.Imogen walked in.My eyes instinctively landed on her, taking in her appearance for a brief moment. She looked exactly the way she always did whenever she came to work—poised, composed, every strand of her short hair neatly in place, her makeup light and flawless, dressed in yet another perfectly tailored corporate suit.Honestly...I wondered if I would ever get used to this version of her.From the very first day I met Imogen until now, I had always thought she dressed far too professionally. It wasn't as though a woman had to wear a suit every single day. Then there was her habit of cutting her hair so short...And don't even get me started on those glasses she used to wear.Thankfully, I had already gotten rid of those."Oh, Imogen, you're here?" Sebastian greeted before I could say anything.The moment her name rolled so naturally off

ImogenAnother intense kiss...This was the second time Malcolm had kissed me in his office, and honestly, if this kept happening, I would soon get used to it. Strangely enough, I didn't think that was a bad thing.I never imagined I would enjoy kissing someone this much. From all the movies I had watched growing up, kissing always looked... well, a little gross to me. I could never understand why people enjoyed it so much.Now that I had experienced it myself, I realized how wrong I had been.Or perhaps...It was simply because I was kissing Malcolm.The more he kissed me, the more I found myself wanting another.When he finally pulled away, I let out a deep breath, only then realizing I had been holding it for quite some time."It would do you good to leave before I lose my patience," he said in his usual calm voice.My eyes widened immediately."I... I'll be leaving now," I blurted out before turning around and making my way toward the door as quickly as I could.The moment I stepp

ImogenThere were so many questions I wanted to ask Mrs. Rachel.Questions about Malcolm.Questions about the man she had worked alongside for years.But after thinking about it, I decided against it.Instead, I took a slow breath and smiled at her."Thank you for worrying about me, Mrs. Rachel."As I spoke, I gently reached for her hand.She smiled faintly before nodding."I think I overstepped a little."I chuckled and shook my head."You have no idea how happy I am that someone cared enough to worry about me."And I truly meant it.Mrs. Rachel had been in this company for years. She had witnessed things that most employees never would, and if anyone knew another side of Malcolm Grayson, it would be her.For a moment there, I was tempted to ask her everything she knew.But whoever Malcolm Grayson really was, I wanted to discover that person through him.Not through someone else's stories.Besides, one thing had already been obvious.For all his brilliance, Malcolm truly wasn't very

MalcolmI sat behind my desk, lightly tapping my fingers against its polished surface.Although I had told Imogen not to think about it, I couldn't bring myself to do the same.The call from the Magistrate Court kept replaying in my mind.Someone had been asking questions about her.A man named Reed.The moment I ended the call, I immediately contacted my private investigator and instructed him to find out everything he could about this Reed.Now, all I could do was wait for his report.Sebastian had attended one of my meetings in my place. I wasn't in the mood to deal with incompetent people today, and I knew my patience was already wearing thin.Besides, if he was busy handling the meeting for me, I could focus on this matter myself.Still...The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became.Ciara had actually gone behind my back to meet Imogen.That alone was enough to irritate me.Perhaps I had kept her too close over the years. Maybe I had made her believe she had a chance w