Todos los capítulos de My Husband Wants An Open Marriage, Now I'm Dating His Boss: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Derek's Pov "W... What are you doing here?" I stammered, taking an involuntary step back into the room. My mind scrambled desperately to make sense of the sight in front of me. "Why are you and Carlisle looking for me? Carlisle fired me from Atelier Haus weeks ago! We have nothing to do with each other!" Mark offered me a closed-eye, polite smile from behind his wire-rimmed glasses, stepping seamlessly past the doorway into the suite as if he owned the place. He looked around the spacious living room, his eyes scanning the plush furnishings, the half-empty crystal glass, and the warm steam drifting from the bathroom door before nodding in quiet acknowledgement. "You really found a good room to burrow and hide in like an earthworm, Derek," Mark remarked smoothly, his voice sickeningly calm. "I must admit, it would have been quite difficult to pinpoint exactly where you were hiding if we hadn't been paying close attention to your recent financial transfers. For you to have enough

Harvey's Pov I heard sniffles coming from right beside me. I groaned slightly, turning to the left or trying to turn because it felt like my body was made of lead. It took me a long time to get my body and even open my eyes a crack. The voice of the person sounded so familiar that I seriously couldn't wait to see their face. By the time I was able to turn my head and see who it was that was crying, tears welled up at the corner of my eyes. “G… Gigi?” I stammered, my eyes wide with shock, “Y… You… You're a… awake?” “Oh my gosh.” Gigi covered her mouth, her eyes turning even more red, “I'm so sorry, Harvey. It's all because of me. I'm so sorry.” She cried out, her chest heaving. “D… Don't c… cry. You d… don't have t… to cry.” I tried saying the words at once but I just couldn't. After all, what was happening to me was a psychological problem. It had been eight days since the night of the attack, including the five whole days I had spent unconscious and it wasn't until after

Harvey's Pov My jaw opened, shock coursing through my body. For a second, the throb in my skull faded completely under the weight of what Gigi had just said. "Y... you w... were t... there when h... he... pushed her?" I whispered, my voice trembling as my mind fought to piece together the mental image. "H... How? When did this... wh... what happened, Gigi?" It must have been so scary for Gigi to witness something like that! Gigi swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling as she relived the horror behind her eyes. She shifted slightly in her wheelchair, wincing from the tension on her abdominal stitches, but her gaze never strayed from mine. "Well..." Gigi began, her voice dropping into a low, somber cadence. "I just finished my morning run and was heading back. Even before I entered the compound, I could hear them screaming and arguing with each other." Gigi’s hand trembled against mine, her fingers tightening. "They were arguing insanely, Harvey," she continued, her ey

Harvey's Pov Earl chuckled softly, a warm, indulgent sound that seemed to chase away the chill of the hospital room. He pulled the visitor’s chair closer to the edge of my bed before sinking into the seat with an effortless, quiet grace. "Of course I'm really here," he said, his dark eyes sparkling with a subtle touch of mischief. "If I hadn't shown up when I did, I'm fairly certain you would have grown a mushroom on your mouth from how hard you were pouting at that ceiling." My cheeks flushed hot, and I immediately crossed my arms over my thin hospital gown, wincing slightly as the motion pulled at the IV line in my forearm. "I… I was n… not pouting!" I protested indignantly, glaring at him through narrowed eyes, though the effect was entirely ruined by my stubborn stammer. "Th… That is a complete l… lie! I was just… resting my lips!" "Is that what you call it?" Earl teased smoothly, leaning one elbow on the arm of the chair and resting his chin in his hand as he watched me.

Earl's Pov The confusion on her face was very visible, so much that I could almost taste it and somehow, it left a bitter feeling in me. But her being unable to remember me wasn't her fault. It was mine; I would have to pay for that mistake until she forgave me. I smiled at her, shaking my head, “Forget it. I was just teasing you.” Another look crossed her eyes, but she didn't press. I leaned in closer, moving to sit on her bed. For a moment, I was just staring at her. The wounds on her face were healing nicely, the bruises around her neck were already changing colour as well. My chest ached with a terrifying mixture of relief and lingering anger. Seeing her alive, breathing, and looking back at me with those bright, expressive eyes was the only thing keeping the dark, murderous fury in my gut at bay. Over the past eight days, every second away from her side had felt like agonizing tortures of my own making. Handling the scum who dared touch her was a necessity, but bein