《PLUS-SIZE FAKE PREGNANCY》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

​Albert’s timely arrival effectively put an end to Chloe’s endless whining. With a face contorted in sheer fury, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the penthouse.​Liam could only stare blankly at the tightly shut door long after Chloe had vanished. The moment he turned around, he found Elena already walking casually toward the master bedroom.​Click.​The sharp, echoing sound of the master bedroom door being locked from the inside rang out brutally in Liam's ears, leaving him entirely abandoned in the living area. The man aggressively ran his hands through his hair in absolute frustration. Instead of weaving a romantic tale in the love capital of Paris alongside Chloe, he was, yet again, forced to curl up on a living room sofa to pass the night.​Every single time Liam tried to shift his position, his spine let out a loud creak of protest, completely unsuited for the narrow sofa that was far too short for his tall frame.​"Damn it!" Liam cursed beneath his breath.​He desperat

​The previously warm atmosphere of the private kitchen instantly turned dead silent. Chef Pierre recoiled in shock, his mouth hanging wide open, while Albert immediately shifted into a state of high alert.​The thick, red liquid slowly dripped from the tip of Elena’s nose, tracking down onto her cream dress, which was now completely ruined. Elena stood frozen, while Liam turned as pale as a corpse upon realizing that the ketchup bottle from the spice-rack table in the corner of the room had now migrated into the hand of a heavily panting, hyperventilating Chloe.​"What on earth is this?! What do you think you're doing, huh?!" Liam barked spontaneously, his voice roaring in absolute panic as he noticed Albert’s gaze suddenly sharpen.​"Forgive me! For the love of God, it was an accident, Young Master, Young Mistress!" Chloe shrieked suddenly, instantly dropping the empty ketchup bottle to the floor, letting it roll away. The woman immediately dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor,

​Before Liam could offer a single response or pacify his mistress's mounting hysteria, the lower cabin door swung wide open once more. Albert stepped inside, his rigid, expressionless features instantly plunging the room into an ice-cold atmosphere. ​"Young Master Liam, Young Mistress Elena," Albert called out. His sharp gaze swept across Liam and Chloe, who were standing entirely too close for comfort, before ultimately locking his focus onto Elena. "We have drawn exceptionally close to the Pont Neuf bridge. The vessel will pass beneath the arches in less than two minutes. Kindly ascend to the upper deck to assume your positions. Lady Elizabeth is eagerly awaiting the documentation of this precious milestone." ​"Very well, Albert. We shall ascend immediately," Elena replied with an overarching serenity. She cast a thoroughly mocking sidelong glance at Liam, who was currently swallowing hard against the lump in his throat. "Come along, my beloved husband. We mustn't keep Mother waiti

​"I am heading there this very instant, Chloe!" Liam hung up the call in a frantic rush. He whipped around and took wide strides toward Albert, who was standing as rigid as a statue near the entrance. "Albert! I must get to the airport immediately. If Elena wakes up and looks for me, tell her I am picking up her assistant to bring her home. She managed to escape from those kidnappers," Liam ordered, leaving absolutely no room for debate before bolting out of the luxury penthouse. ​Upon arriving at the Charles de Gaulle Airport departures terminal, Liam sprinted across the sprawling marble corridors. His gaze swept the surroundings until he finally spotted Chloe sitting limply near a waiting area. She was sobbing uncontrollably, her clothes covered in a thin layer of dust. ​"Chloe!" Liam dropped to his knees right in front of her, wrapping his arms around her frame in a desperate embrace. "Thank God... are you alright? Where are the bastards who took you?" ​"Liam!" Chloe locked her a

​Liam sat anxiously on the velvet sofa of Chloe’s luxury apartment.​"Why hasn't she replied yet?" Liam muttered irritably, his thumb tapping the screen of his phone with agonizing impatience.​"Liam, darling, what is it?" Chloe sauntered over, attired in a deeply provocative red silk nightgown that exposed every curve of her frame. She slid closely against Liam’s side, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. "Why have you been staring at that stupid device and acting so utterly restless since yesterday?"​"Elena hasn't replied to a single one of my messages since I returned to London, Chloe," Liam answered curtly, his eyes remaining permanently glued to the vacant chat room.​Chloe scoffed, pouting playfully as her fingers toyed with Liam’s shirt collar. "Just let her rot there if she doesn't want to come home, Liam. In fact, it's exponentially better for us, isn't it? We can finally be together completely unbothered here, forever, without any disruptions from that fat woman."​"Y