Todos los capítulos de The Runaway Wife He Claimed: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Amelia's POVI wouldn't say the interview went well.But I also couldn't say it went badly enough for me to lose all hope.Honestly, I had no clue. The chances of them hiring me as a software engineer still felt painfully slim.The first person who made me feel like I didn't belong wasn't even the interviewer. It was the woman calling candidates in one by one.Every time her eyes landed on me, I got the feeling she was wondering what the hell I was doing there. She never said anything rude.She didn't have to..Sometimes a look did all the talking.And if I was being frank, I couldn't completely blame her.The other candidates looked like they'd stepped straight out of a corporate magazine.Tailored suits. Designer handbags..Expensive watches. Shoes that probably cost more than everything I was wearing.Then there was me.I caught myself looking down at my outfit more times than I wanted to admit, brushing invisible creases from my blouse and straightening the sleeves.I looked...Ordin

Amelia's POVI knew it was a crazy idea.But I didn't care about it until I stepped outside.The second I did, I felt the stares. They weren't subtle either.People looked at me like I'd completely lost my damn mind, and honestly? I couldn't even blame them.For a second, my feet almost carried me back toward the apartment.I could've gone upstairs, locked the door, and pretended none of this was happening.It would've been so much easier.But I couldn't.The truth was, I didn't want to.I couldn't just sit back and let Jeffrey lose his job because of me.Technically, this whole mess started with me. If I hadn't kissed Jeffrey that night... if I hadn't dragged him into the disaster I'd created... he'd probably be at work right now instead of wondering how the hell he was going to pay his bills.He never actually said it. He didn't have to.The look on his face while he was telling me he lost his job had told me everything.The guilt had been chewing away at me ever since, refusing to

Amelia's POVI almost laughed.Miss him?Even if I did, there was no way on mother earth I was admitting that to his face.“Get off me,” I muttered through gritted teeth, turning my head away from those piercing eyes.The way he looked at me, It was like he could peel back every wall I'd spent years building.His fingers slid beneath my chin, gently turning my face back toward him.“Tell me, Amelia.” His voice was low, almost teasing, and my stupid heart reacted before my brain could. “Did you miss me?”I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came out.Instead, my eyes betrayed me, drifting down to his lips.Those lips...that had kissed me last night. The memory hit me so fast it made my stomach flutter.This wasn't supposed to be happening. I wasn't supposed to be standing here, trapped between him and the elevator wall.I should've pushed him away the second he pulled me in here. I should've reminded him that whatever happened between us last night didn't mean anything.At least...T

Amelia's POVI stood behind him for what felt like forever, frozen in place, unable to decide if I should say something or quietly walk away.His back was to me, his broad shoulders rigid beneath his suit jacket. Both hands were planted on the edge of his desk, his head bowed between them. From where I stood, I couldn't see his face.I couldn't read him.Couldn't tell if he needed someone beside him... or if the last thing he wanted was another person in the room.The office was so still it almost felt suffocating. The low hum of the air conditioner filled the silence, and the faint scent of leather and coffee stayed in the air. I'd never seen him like this.For these few times he had met, I knew Grey Brentwood as someone who always carried himself like nothing could touch him. He was the kind of man who walked into a room and owned it without saying a word. The man who could stare down a room full of board members without blinking.But the man standing in front of me now...He looke

Amelia's POVThe first thing I told Giselle was that Grey and I had met before back in LA.I told her everything. Well... almost everything.That I'd spent one night with him because I desperately needed the money.“Hold up.” She threw a hand in the air, her brows knitting together. “You're telling me you and Grey actually hooked up back in LA?”“Shhh.” I quickly motioned for her to lower her voice.Lily was still in the living room, completely absorbed in the cartoon playing on the TV. Even so, I wasn't about to test my luck.When I looked back at Giselle, she'd gone quiet.For a split second, I braced myself.Maybe she was judging me.Maybe she was disappointed.Maybe she was wondering how I'd let myself end up in that situation.The silence stretched just long enough to make me uncomfortable.Then—“Wow.” Her eyes grew impossibly wide. “That was...” She suddenly let out an excited squeal. “Awesome!”I blinked rapidly.“I know you've only met once,” she rushed on, grabbing both of m