บททั้งหมดของ The CEO’s Wife Was Never Ordinary: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Marcus walked back to his office, eyes sweeping over Joy's empty desk. Remembering Megan's nervous act, he let out a quiet chuckle.Ridiculous girl.His intercom rang. He answered. "Mr. Cross.""My office."Marcus walked in. Nathaniel stood facing the window, back turned."Take Nora to tonight's business dinner."Marcus hesitated. "Sir Miss Bennett's been handling this project from the start, she knows the details best. Nora might not"Nathaniel turned, cutting him off with a look."You don't understand."Marcus went quiet instantly, dropping his eyes. "Understood, sir."He walked out, heading straight to Nora's desk."Prepare for tonight's dinner. You're coming with me."Nora's eyes lit up, straightening instantly. "Of course, Marcus, I'll be fully ready."Joy, overhearing, blinked, caught off guard."Marcus, I"He waved a hand, even. "Miss Bennett, given your condition, you should rest. Nora's got tonight covered."Joy paused, pressing her lips together. "...Okay."She watched Nora

"Are you off today?" Nathaniel cracked his eyes open, giving him a flat look.Owen pulled up a chair, settling at the bedside. "Yeah, figured I'd keep you company for a bit."Nathaniel closed his eyes, barely bothering. "Whatever."Then reopened them. "How's it going with her?"Owen let out a deep sigh, something dimming in his eyes."She's handled her family stuff. No real excuse for me to keep hovering around. I gave her my number she's never used it."Nathaniel clapped his shoulder."If she's happily married, give it up. But her husband's trash, so I support you fighting for this. If she won't reach out, why not reach out first?"Owen grabbed his hand, nodding hard."Nate. I'm not giving up."Elsewhere.In the restroom, Joy ran cold water, scrubbing at the dried blood still staining her fingertips.He lost so much blood. He needs something nutrient-dense, iron-rich.She dried her hands, settled into a lobby chair, pulling up recipes for post-surgical recovery meals.Not long after.

After showering, Joy was drying her hair in the lounge with a blow dryer.She caught the faint sound of movement in the ward, cutting the dryer off, hurrying out.Nathaniel was mid-struggle, bracing himself off the edge of the bed.Joy rushed over, steadying his arm. "Slow down, let me help."He turned at the sound, catching her half-dried hair, a few wet strands clinging to her pale neck. She wore a loose old T-shirt, collar slipping, exposing the delicate line of her collarbone.She looked up at him, eyes full of worry.Nathaniel's throat worked. He looked away instantly, voice stiff. "Still wearing that shirt."Joy glanced down, tugging the slipped collar back up self-consciously, embarrassed.Forgot to tell Lily to leave this one out of the packing.Nathaniel pulled his hand off her shoulder, using the nightstand for support, easing toward the edge of the bed.Joy didn't dare touch him directly, just hovered close, arm ready to catch him if needed.He reached his travel bag, pulle

Joy and Walter arrived at the attending physician's office."Mr. Bennett, Joy, please sit." Owen stood instantly, pouring water for both of them, warm and attentive.The doctor carefully reviewed Walter's post-op status."You're recovering beautifully, Mr. Bennett. Great health," Owen chimed in.Exam finished.The attending physician looked over Walter's results, nodding."Everything's stable. Recovery's genuinely excellent. Keep this up light activity, regular checkups.""Thank you all so much," Joy said, smiling.Owen turned to her."It's almost lunch. I know a place nearby with incredible soup, perfect for recovery. Want to grab something together?"Joy declined politely. "That's so kind, Dr. James, but I need to head home and cook for my husband I shouldn't keep you."Something snapped inside Owen instantly.Degenerate.His wife's pregnant, bringing her grandfather for a checkup, and instead of being here with her, he's expecting her to rush home and cook for him? Unbelievable sen

Joy paused briefly while setting the bowls and chopsticks out, then continued like nothing had happened, not looking up."I know. I already made things clear with him."Nathaniel scoffed, closing his laptop.Arms crossed, he said, "Mrs. Cross is apparently impossible to resist."Joy stopped entirely this time, straightening, meeting his eyes head-on, clear."No need for sarcasm. I will not do anything to betray you during this marriage."At that, whatever fire had been burning quietly in Nathaniel's chest flared brighter.His mouth curved, voice dropping.He looked down at her, smirk settling in. "During the marriage?"He repeated her words back, dripping with sarcasm."So what the second this contract ends, you're running straight into his arms?"Joy slammed her chopsticks down, irritated."Nathaniel. Are you serious right now? I just told you I made things clear with him. What he thinks isn't my problem. He's one of the doctors treating my grandfather. That's it. Nothing else."Done