Todos los capítulos de My Husband Wants An Open Marriage, Now I'm Dating His Boss: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Harvey's Pov I almost choked on my own spit when those outrageous words slipped so smoothly out of Earl’s mouth. My eyes flew wide open, my breath hitching as a violent wave of heat rushed straight up my neck, turning my face red. I squeezed my eyes shut for a brief second, clearing my throat frantically to recover from the coughing fit trying to tear through my chest. "Y… You shouldn't s… say something like that!" I blurted out, my voice squeaking as I pushed against his chest to force some space between us. Earl didn't budge an inch. Instead, his smirk only broadened into a wicked, thoroughly amused grin, his thumb continuing its gentle, distracting circles against the back of my hand. "And why shouldn't I?" he asked smoothly, tilting his head with shamelessness. "It's the truth. You are very attractive, Harvey, and undeniably irresistible. Where is the harm in simply stating a fact?" I rolled my eyes so hard it practically gave me a headache, letting out a frustrated, breathy

Harvey's Pov Gigi let out a long, shaky breath, resting her hand over her bandaged chest as if a physical weight had been lifted off her lungs. "Good. That bastard deserves to rot in a dark cell for the rest of his life." "The nurses had taken photos of our injuries earlier to send to the police as formal medical evidence," I added, my brow furrowing into a tight, frustrated line. "Stefan isn't getting out. But... the problem is Derek." Gigi frowned, leaning forward slightly. "What about Derek?" "They haven't been able to convict Derek of any serious crime yet," I admitted bitterly, the anger flaring fresh in my chest. "He’s been sitting in that interrogation room for weeks with a high-priced defense lawyer. He’s claiming he had no idea Stefan was going to attack us. He’s claiming he just called Stefan to 'pick up his ex-wife' and that whatever Stefan did afterward was completely done on his own, he has nothing to do with it." "That lying piece of trash!" Gigi hissed, her

Harvey's Pov Throughout it all, Earl sat at the head of the table. He kept mostly quiet, sipping his wine and observing the room, but his dark gaze returned to me every few minutes. Whenever our eyes met, a subtle, private warmth passed between us, making me look away immediately. By eleven o'clock, the fatigue of the long day finally caught up with me, and the dinner slowly wound down. After exchanging hugs and cheerful promises to see each other at the studio the next morning, the girls said their goodbyes and headed toward their respective cabs. The cool night air hit us the moment Earl and I stepped out onto the quiet street outside the restaurant. I wrapped my coat tightly around my frame, letting out a soft sigh of pure contentment. "Thank you, Earl," I murmured, turning to face him as we reached his car. "Honestly... thank you for hosting this dinner. You have no idea how much I needed to feel like a normal designer again before stepping back into that studio tomorrow

Harvey's Pov "Ahem!" A sharp, loudly exaggerated cough echoed from the doorway. I snapped my eyes open, my body jerking in shock as I practically scrambled backward into the thin mattress, almost pushing Earl from the bed. Earl slowly straightened up, though he didn't look flustered in the slightest. He simply turned his head slowly, a faint, annoyed sigh escaping his lips. Standing right at the open doorway, her arms crossed tightly over her white medical coat, was Mrs. Gable, the head sick bay nurse. She was staring at the two of us over the rim of her reading glasses with a stern, unimpressed expression. "Mr. Carlisle," Mrs. Gable said, her voice dripping with dry, no-nonsense authority. "I believe I gave you permission to check on my patient, not to turn my examination room into a scene from a romance novel." My face burst into a brilliant, fiery shade of scarlet. I pulled the thin blanket all the way up to my nose, wishing with every fiber of my being that the cot would

Gigi's Pov "Check my bag?!" I scoffed, throwing my hands up in the air as a dry, incredulous laugh bubbled up my throat. "Excuse me?! Who the hell do you think you are, Blondie? I’m not letting a complete stranger dig through my personal belongings just to satisfy your delusions!""If you have nothing to hide, then why are you so defensive?!" he shot back instantly, leaning down so his furious hazel eyes were level with mine. His long, sharp canines flashed, "A guilty conscience, maybe? My phone has every single one of my business contacts, my schedules, and my digital wallet on it! You're holding my entire life hostage in that oversized last season leather sack of yours!""It is NOT a sack, it's a designer tote, you arrogant prick!" I roared, my blood boiling so hot I was practically seeing red."Prove it then!" he challenged, crossing his arms tightly over his stained jacket and tapping his foot. "Pour it out! Show me I'm wrong! Or are you afraid I'll find my brand-new phone sittin