Todos los capítulos de SURROGATE TO MY BEST FRIEND'S HUSBAND: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

What exactly were you expecting, Mark?! What kind of reply did you want her to send? Should she have asked, “What color dress should I wear?” Or begged you to pick her up?! Get a grip, Mark! he berated himself, cursing his own foolish thoughts.He slipped the phone back into his desk drawer and buried himself in the mountain of paperwork awaiting him.Meanwhile, at Margareth's mansion...“Granny...” Abigail called just after reading Mark's text message.She and Elizabeth were busy arranging the fresh flowers Elizabeth had just picked from Margareth's greenhouse.“Yes, Abby?”“Um... Peter invited me to dinner tomorrow,” Abigail murmured hesitantly.Elizabeth immediately stopped trimming the flowers and turned to Abigail, her eyes lighting up with excitement.“He contacted you again?” she asked eagerly.Abigail nodded slightly.“Are you planning to accept his invitation, Abby?”No! Abigail screamed inwardly. The thought of facing Mark again and mentally preparing herself to surrender he

Margareth stepped into Abigail's bedroom as the afternoon light began to fade into dusk, carrying all her makeup essentials with her.“Mrs. Harrison... you really don't have to do this,” Abigail protested awkwardly.She was merely going to fulfill the obligation of a fake date, not attend a genuine romantic outing that required her to capture anyone's attention. In her mind, casual clothes and a touch of simple makeup would be more than enough. Margareth, however, flatly rejected that idea.“This is a matter of self-respect, Abby,” Margareth replied casually.She asked Abigail to sit on the sofa in her bedroom, then guided her into a sideways position to make applying her makeup easier.“But, Mrs. Harrison...”“Just sit still and let me make you look presentable. I promise I won't make you look ridiculous,” Margareth interrupted, gesturing for Abigail to close her eyes.“All my life... I've longed for a daughter I could dress up like this,” Margareth began, her fingers moving deftly a

“This apartment belonged to Mr. Harrison before he officially got married,” Jasper explained as they stepped into the elevator heading for the floor where Mark's apartment was located. “If your pregnancy test eventually comes back positive and you still intend to move out of Mrs. Margareth's mansion, Mr. Harrison will have you and Amora stay here,” he continued, prompting Abigail to respond with a small nod.After stepping out of the elevator, they walked down the corridor toward Mark's unit. Jasper entered the access code on the keypad, then slowly repeated the sequence so Abigail could memorize it. She committed the numbers to memory.Mark's apartment featured a luxurious industrial loft design, blending modern elegance with a distinctly masculine aesthetic. Its atmosphere was entirely different from both Nora's home and Margareth's mansion.The moment the door swung open, Abigail's eyes fell upon an open-concept modern kitchen featuring a massive kitchen island, matte-black cabinet

Abigail carefully examined the technical information about the risks and side effects of the stimulant Lily had given her. She clenched her fingers and nervously bit her lip.She had never imagined that the medical effects of such a substance could be so severe, especially when it came to the male reproductive system. No wonder Mark had vehemently refused to take it. Moreover, they had absolutely no guarantee that the unmarked medication was medically approved or had simply been obtained on the black market.But... what were they supposed to do now?If they went through with it without the medication, Abigail couldn't help but feel that the whole arrangement was nothing more than a cruel scheme to facilitate an affair.What if they tried using alcohol? she wondered, but immediately hesitated. She had her own trauma associated with alcohol, so she shook her head in resignation.The bathroom door suddenly slid open. Mark stepped out, his hair still damp and droplets of water clinging to

This is a betrayal!Abigail and Mark voiced the same thought in their minds. Yet, just as Mark had suggested earlier, they both chose to frame tonight as nothing more than a one-night stand, setting aside the weight of everything looming behind it.Abigail's kiss was tentative, filled with innocent uncertainty. It was painfully obvious that she was unfamiliar with such intimate encounters. Mark refused to be rough or respond with greedy fervor. Instead, he let Abigail explore the rhythm of their kiss without overwhelming her in return.With an effortless movement, Mark gathered Abigail into his arms and carried her toward the apartment's only master bedroom.This wasn't actually the apartment Jasper had shown Abigail the other day. The one Jasper had shown her was a new unit Mark had specifically prepared for Abigail and Amora to live in eventually. The apartment they were in now was Mark's own private residence, his bachelor pad—a place Lily had never even set foot in.Initially, Mar