บททั้งหมดของ The CEO’s Wife Was Never Ordinary: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Highgate Residences.Joy carried coffee into the study, setting it beside Nathaniel.He stared at the screen, fingers tapping keys. "I've got a meeting shortly."Joy nodded. "I won't interrupt. I'm tired too, going to nap in my room."She left, easing the door shut, then headed toward the storage room by the terrace.She disguised herself fast black blazer, black-rimmed glasses, hair pulled up tight.Lily stood beside her, fists clenched, mouthing silently. *You've got this!*Joy laughed, flashed an OK sign, slid on her headset, and clicked into the meeting....Over an hour later, the main agenda wrapped.Attendees logged off one by one, leaving Joy, Marcus, and the other side's assistant working through the finer details.Elsewhere, Nathaniel finished his own meeting, stepping out of the study, hand bracing his still-sore back.The house sat silent.He glanced instinctively toward the guest room.Still asleep?Without her constantly orbiting nearby, something about the quiet felt...

Nathaniel's eyes sharpened, glaring.Ethan's words died in his throat. He shut his mouth awkwardly, muttering, resentful. "...Never mind. It's nothing."He headed for the door, then paused, turning back, tone losing its edge, helpless."Alright, I'm out. Take it easy, don't aggravate your back worse than it already is."He glanced at Joy again. "Sister-in-law keep an eye on him.""Sorry about today," Joy said. "I'll have Nathaniel apologize properly later."Ethan waved it off. "Forget it, forget it."He let himself out quietly.Just the two of them left in the study.Joy surveyed the wreckage, sighing.She righted the overturned chair, roughly gathered the scattered documents back onto the desk."Turn around," she said, flat, walking over.Nathaniel pressed his lips together, not moving."I need to check your back," Joy said, calling for Lily to bring the first-aid kit.Nathaniel turned slowly, back to her.She lifted his shirt at the waist, checking the dressing sure enough, slightly

Nathaniel turned to go, but caught the water glass still in her hand."Finished with that?" he asked, curt."Huh? Oh done." Joy drained the last of it.Just as she moved to wash it herself, he reached over, taking the glass from her hand without a word.He walked silently to the sink, turned on the tap, movements slightly more practiced than the first time.Watching from behind, Joy studied his broad, stiff-postured back, the damp cuff still clinging to his sleeve something in her chest went soft without warning.The amusement in her eyes deepened into something warmer. This man is, somehow, kind of endearing right now.Once dried, he set the glass carefully on the rack.He turned, caught her bright-eyed stare, cleared his throat awkwardly."...Get some rest.""You too." Joy nodded, smiling.He grunted agreement, striding off without lingering.Back in the master bedroom, door shut, he touched his burning ears, irritation washing over him again.In the guest room.Joy lay in bed, shou

Joy pocketed her phone, walked back to the table, grabbed her bag, addressing the Yates apologetically."Principal, Mrs. Yates, I'm so sorry something came up at home. I need to head out. I'll reach out soon, show you around properly."Principal Yates nodded, understanding. "Of course. Drive safe."His wife added, "Take care of yourself.""Thank you both."Joy turned to Christy, pressing her shoulder gently, sincere. "I'm heading out. Call me anytime, whatever you need.""Your husband's picking you up?" Christy held her hand, smiling faintly.Joy nodded, then nodded to the rest of the table."Enjoy the rest of dinner. I'll take my leave."She'd barely turned to go when Henry's sneer carried behind her."See? Women still need a man with real means. Otherwise you end up like Claire tied to a family, zero freedom left."Vivian covered her mouth, giggling. "Henry's right. A man like you has it all successful, generous."Joy kept walking, not looking back, like she hadn't heard a word.Chr

The next day, sun bright overhead.Joy had everything planned by early morning.The driver picked up the Principal and his wife first, then swung by Sunnyside Court for Walter.The old man was in high spirits, delighted at the prospect of a day out with his former principal and wife."Principal, Mrs. Yates, Grandpa let's not rush through everything today. Pick a few interesting spots, take it slow," Joy said, smiling, twisting around from the front seat to address the three elders.She'd mapped out a route blending history, culture, and natural scenery.Principal Yates and Walter, both fascinated by old architecture and historical trivia, fell into easy conversation as they walked.Joy, arm in arm with Mrs. Yates, hung back a few steps.Taking in the autumn colors in the garden, Mrs. Yates sighed softly. "Young people don't usually have the patience to walk around like this with us old folks anymore.""Mrs. Yates, you're not old at all," Joy said, smiling. "Look at that corridor over