Semua Bab My 90-day Marriage to my Ex-boss: Bab 91 - Bab 100

“What the hell happened to you?”August's voice was the first thing I heard.I froze.Then I pulled my hood over my head and turned away from him.“It's nothing.”“Who did that to you?”He reached for me and turned me around.“August, it's nobody. I'm fine.”“You're not fine.”His voice was sharp.“Your face is swollen, and you're bleeding.”“It's just a little cut.”I was already nursing a headache. The last thing I wanted was to make the situation worse.“Genesis.”His voice softened.I covered my eyes with my palm, trying to stop the tears from falling.He stepped closer.“Whatever it is, you can tell me.”I said nothing.“I'm the last person who would judge you.”His hand gently touched my arm.“I care too much about you to be interested in judging you. Whatever happened, it wasn't your fault.”My throat tightened.“You have to trust me enough to tell me so I can help you.”And finally, I broke.“She was right.”August frowned.I pulled out of his embrace and turned away from him.

After everything that had happened yesterday, I had no idea how people would react.And for once, I wasn't really prepared to find out.So, for the first time, when August suggested that maybe I shouldn't go to work, I agreed.Even he looked taken aback.He actually paused with his coffee halfway to his mouth.Esme nearly choked on her coffee."Seriously?"I shrugged."I mean, if I can work from home, that would be fine. I don't mind sitting this one out today.""Sure."August nodded."If I need you, I'll call you."I nodded.Esme suddenly brightened."So we can go to that Bullani pop-up event."Her eyes lit up like she had already planned the entire day in her head.August immediately cut her off."Of course not."She stared at him."You have to go to work, remember?""I don't really have to go. I can work from anywhere.""You can't actually."He stood up."There's no slacking. Let's go."Esme stared at him."So you're not even worried that Genesis is going to be here all alone while

I must have driven through every stop sign and broken at least ten traffic laws before I reached the orphanage. The gate stood wide open. My heart hammered as I stepped out of the car. I hurried inside- Then stopped. Genesis was lying in the middle of the field, eyes closed while two little girls braided flowers into her hair. The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, scattering patches of light across the grass. Not far away, Matt-her supposed bodyguard was sitting cross-legged on the grass, completely absorbed in a toy gun battle with two little boys. I let out a long breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding. She was okay. My shoulders sagged with relief. Matt spotted me first. "Sir!" He hurried over, fixing his clothes and disheveled hair. I waved him off, then whispered between gritted teeth. "Pick your phone the next time." He nodded before rushing outside. The boys looked up curiously. The twins, however, abandoned Genesis immediately and

I walked away, immediately regretting what I'd said. Regretting letting my emotions speak before my head. I knew I was being petty. Maybe she was right. Maybe I had forgotten who I was. Forgotten the responsibilities waiting for me outside those gates. I walked towards the car. "Sir." Matt straightened the moment he saw me. I stopped in front of him. "How long have you been working for John?" "About a month now, sir." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "The next time I have to come looking for Genesis because neither of you answers your phones..." I looked him straight in the eye. "...you'll be sorry." "I'm sorry, sir." I was about to get into the car when I remembered something. "Did anything happen today?" Matt hesitated. "...There was a woman at the mall." Every muscle in my body stiffened. "What woman?" "She recognised Mrs Thorne and started filming her." My jaw clenched. "What happened?" "I intervened." He swallowed. "We made her

This was only the second time in my life I'd ever seen Marcus Winslow genuinely scared. The first time had been over twenty- two years ago, when he barged into our house in search of my aunty. The second... Was today. Unlike Thorne Automotive Group, a company that had existed for centuries, Winslow Engineering was what people called Nouveau Riche. They had money. Plenty of it. But they didn't have history. They didn't have influence that had been built over generations. Marcus's father, Andrew Winslow, had come from a long line of loan sharks, thugs and small-time criminals. Andrew was no different. But unlike his ancestors who took pride in their line of work, Andrew had a different vision. He married into a struggling engineering family that manufactured and sold vehicle parts overseas. When they decided to expand into the United States, they ran into two major problems. Money and citizenship. Opening a manufacturing business in county required both capi