Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr. CEO, Your Contract Wife Is Gone!: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

Sienna gave a weak nod. She retched once more, emptying whatever remained in her stomach, before slumping heavily against Damian's arm, her head hanging limp."We're going to the hospital." Damian wiped the corner of Sienna's lips with the pad of his thumb, even though his own hands were trembling. "Right now. I'm taking you.""No," Sienna's voice came out raspy. She shook her head faintly. "I just need rest, Damian.""You're throwing up!" Damian's voice rose slightly in pure panic."I know." Sienna opened her eyes just a sliver, gazing at him. Her lips attempted a smile that failed to form. "I'm okay. It's probably just from skipping meals lately and irregular sleep catching up with me. You don't need to panic.""I am not panicking," Damian's voice quivered. He was fully aware his tone wasn't convincing anyone. Taking a deep breath, he slid one arm beneath Sienna's knees and the other around her back. "Hold on to me."Sienna gasped as Damian prepared to scoop her up. "Damian, I can w

Both corners of Sienna’s lips curved upward slightly upon seeing the astonished look on Beatrice’s face."Thank you," Sienna repeated softly.Something stirred inside Beatrice’s chest—warm, subtle, and unfamiliar. She couldn't quite put a name to it. Her crossed arms shifted, her fingers clutching her own elbows. "What are you thanking me for? I didn't do anything." Beatrice's tone dropped to a quiet murmur, devoid of its usual sharpness or indifference."For caring about me," Sienna said, looking straight into her eyes.Beatrice opened her mouth, but no sound escaped. She closed her lips tightly once more, averting her gaze toward the window as her eyes moved restlessly."I... well..." Beatrice’s voice was faint and trailed off into silence as the sound of the bedroom door opening cut through the room.Beatrice turned toward the door, as did Sienna.Damian walked in carrying a tray. Atop it sat a bowl of soup releasing thin trails of steam, a silver spoon, and a glass of water.Damia

Beatrice’s hand froze near her own face."So now," Damian continued, his thumb moving gently across Beatrice's cheek, "I want to be spoiled. Even if the way I ask for it has changed."Beatrice gazed up at Damian. Her lips quivered, and she bit them down to hold herself back. However, her defenses were completely gone. This time, it wasn't just tears that fell, but also a deep, heavy breath escaping her chest—like a burden she had finally laid down."This boy," Beatrice murmured, more to herself than anyone else. She gave a faint shake of her head, then nodded with an amused smile gracing her face. "Very well. Mom will stay if that's what you want." Beatrice raised her hand high to pat the crown of Damian's head, which had long surpassed her own height."Tonight?" Damian double-checked."Tonight." Beatrice gently stroked her son's head, though her fingers still trembled slightly. "Though Mom doesn't have a change of clothes. Don't expect me to sleep in a dusty guest room.""The guest r

Simon stared at Elena, who looked visibly upset."Your mother wants to stay the night here," Simon said without elaborating further, as he was still in the dark about what had actually transpired. "She asked me to join her."Elena gasped upon hearing her father's words."Stay the night?" Elena's voice rose slightly. "I'm coming too."Simon furrowed his brow at his daughter's sudden demand. "You?" he asked hesitantly."I'm coming, Dad." Elena immediately wrapped her arm around her father's. She didn't wait for permission. "I don't want to be left alone in a house this big."Simon looked at Elena with a perplexed expression for a few seconds. He glanced down at her arm clinging tightly to his, choosing not to object."Fine, but do not cause any trouble over there," Simon warned sternly.Elena nodded quickly in agreement.Together, they stepped out of the residence. The driver was already waiting outside, opening the car door for Simon and Elena.Soon, their car swept out of the main Bla

Beatrice led Simon into the guest room they would be sharing for the night.The guest room was simple, furnished with a large bed dressed in white linens, a wooden wardrobe, and a bedside lamp that was already casting a warm glow.Beatrice placed the bag Simon had brought onto a chair by the window, then sank down onto the edge of the mattress. Her shoulders sloped downward softly, as though she had only just realized how exhausted her body truly was.Simon closed the door and settled into a sofa situated within the room. He didn't speak right away. His eyes followed his wife's movements as she unclipped one earring, then the other, placing them carefully onto the nightstand."You've changed," Simon finally said.Beatrice's fingers paused above the nightstand. "I know." She made no attempt to deny it."I'm not asking if it's a bad thing." Simon leaned back, resting both hands atop the handle of his cane. "I just want to know why."Beatrice stared down at the earrings on the nightstand