All Chapters of The CEO’s Wife Was Never Ordinary: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

On the way to the airport.Nathaniel drove; Joy sat up front.In the back, Sam cradled his new tablet like a treasure, fingers gliding across the screen.The car sat quiet.Aunt Sue glanced around, running a hand over the seat, breaking the silence."This is such a smooth ride. Spacious, too."She leaned forward, studying Nathaniel's profile, warm."Nathaniel, this is a nice car. Our neighbor George has one kind of like it, actually has that same wing emblem."Nathaniel's fingers twitched slightly against the wheel. "Mm."Aunt Sue gestured at the interior, impressed."But yours looks way nicer than George's. This leather feels totally different, so soft. Is this... the premium trim?""Yes," Nathaniel said.Aunt Sue slapped her knee, satisfied she'd cracked the code."George's cost him about forty grand, but with a ride this smooth and all these extras..."She said with total confidence, "This must run seventy, eighty thousand, right?""cough"Joy nearly choked on her own spit.She whi

Watching Coco keep confirming furniture with the sales rep, Joy reached out, pressing a hand over hers."You don't need to buy anything else."She whispered, "I'm not staying long."Coco pouted. "You need somewhere decent even for a day. How do you sleep in a totally empty room?"Eleanor smiled, waving a hand at Joy."Just let her do it."She pulled a neatly bound folder from her bag, sliding it across to Joy."Joy, this is a nutrition plan I had a specialist tailor it based on your condition."She tapped the cover. "Take a look, tell me if anything on there bothers you or turns your stomach. I'll have it adjusted."Joy flipped through carefully curated meals, tonics, the works.She closed it, smiling sweetly. "Anything's fine with me. I'm not picky.""She can't handle oily food. Makes her sick."Nathaniel, who'd been sitting silent on the couch, spoke up out of nowhere.He kept fiddling with the lighter, not even glancing up.Eleanor and Coco exchanged a look, faint amusement passing

Conference room.The project manager pushed passionately through his slide deck.Joy sat to Nathaniel's left, fingers flying across her keyboard, densely organized notes taking shape on screen.She'd glance up periodically, then back down, expression focused throughout.A small bag of preserved plums sat in her pocket, and every so often she'd cover her mouth and slip one in.The sourness cut through her stomach's unease just enough to keep her steady.Nathaniel leaned back, twirling his pen, eyes drifting sideways without meaning to.That plum bag's packaging looks familiar. Seen it at home, I think.She eats those too.His brow furrowed. He tossed the pen down, irritated.Snap.The project manager, mid-report, jumped and froze, glancing at Nathaniel nervously."Sir is something wrong?"Nathaniel snapped out of it, flat. "Continue."Damn it. Why does she keep crossing my mind.5 PM.Joy sent the finalized documents to Nathaniel's inbox and rolled her stiff neck.Trying to get home fa

Joy leaned back, completely unmoved.Do you honestly think I'm buying this?Linda pressed on, urgent. "You'll see when you're there! Your dad said he's covering all the flights, there's plenty of good fortune ahead for us.""Quick, send me your ID info, I'll pass it along so he can book the tickets.""I don't want any part of that fortune. Don't worry about me I still have work to do."Linda's face hardened."Why are you like this? I've never set foot on a plane in my life. Can't you take a few days off and come with me?"Right then, her phone buzzed a video call.She glanced at the screen, breaking into a wide smile."Speak of the devil! Your dad's calling, wants to talk to you himself."The call connected, revealing Gary's face plastered with a fake grin, waving at the camera.Linda held the phone up high."Gary, perfect timing I'm with Claire right now."Gary's eyes lit up instantly. "Quick, turn the camera let me see her!"Linda spun the phone around.The screen jostled, and a hea

Nathaniel, uncomfortable under her stare, looked away, voice stiff."You touched the rim of the bowl."Joy:I was extremely careful. Didn't bump a single thing.Fine. If the boss says it's contaminated, it's contaminated.She silently slid the soup back in front of herself. "I'll be more careful next time."Nathaniel waved the waiter over."Another bowl."A fresh empty bowl arrived.He served himself, took a sipBrow instantly furrowing.Too sweet. Sickeningly so.He set the bowl down, watching Joy across the table drinking happily, something like disbelief settling over him.Does she actually enjoy this?Joy caught his expression, looked up a small stain of broth at the corner of her mouth."What's wrong? Not good?""It's too sweet."Joy paused, then went "Ah!", tentative. "Want me to order you a claypot rice instead?"The waiter stepped in. "Sir, that's made to order about thirty minutes."Nathaniel checked his watch, frowning. "Too long. Skip it."Joy grabbed the menu, flipping fas