All Chapters of I Accidentally Accepted The Male Lead's Proposal : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Claire paused and slowly looked up.Ethan’s dark eyes were fixed intently on her, making her heart skip a sudden beat."What do you mean?" she asked."Let's have a wedding too," Ethan said softly. "I don't have many relatives left besides my mother, but you have plenty. We could hold it in your hometown."The more he thought about it, the more he felt he owed Claire. Their marriage had been far too rushed, finalized with nothing more than a piece of paper. There hadn't been any ceremony at all.Claire’s heart hammered against her ribs as she stared at him blankly.She had never once imagined having a real wedding with Ethan. The sense of ceremony and permanence behind a wedding was too strong. She didn't even dare to entertain the thought.Deep down, she was still convinced that she and Ethan wouldn't last. Once he was inevitably reclaimed by his wealthy family and met his destined female lead, she would quietly exit stage left.So, she quickly shook her head. "Let's not have one. It'

After finally wrapping their heads around the shocking truth, Justin and Kyle became visibly ecstatic. The two of them flanked Ethan, each throwing an arm over his broad shoulders.Before they could even start celebrating, Ethan cut them off. "This stays between us. No one else can know."Justin looked at him curiously. "Does Claire know about your true identity?"Ethan shook his head.Kyle's eyes widened in disbelief. "Wow! I remember Claire shamelessly declaring in college that she'd marry into a wealthy family after graduation. Now she actually got her wish."Justin laughed. "A top-tier wealthy family at that. If Claire found out, she'd probably be ecstatic.""Ecstatic?" Kyle snorted. "She'd probably faint from the excitement."Ethan's brow furrowed immediately. He clearly disliked the way they were speaking about his wife. "My wife isn't that superficial."Claire had firmly refused the precious antique necklace worth millions that Katherine had tried to give her. Ethan was utterl

Ethan gently fastened the buttons of Claire's shirt. She wore a plaid button-down over a simple short-sleeved top, and thankfully, nothing had been exposed even with her clothes torn open. Still, a violent storm brewed in Ethan's dark eyes; Damien was practically begging for a death sentence.Claire suddenly noticed a large, damp patch on Ethan's chest—a direct result of her sobbing. Once he finished with her collar, Ethan grabbed a tissue and began gently wiping her face. Flushing with deep embarrassment, Claire realized she was a mess of tears and snot, making her feel completely disgusted with her own appearance. She hastily snatched the tissue from his grasp, insisting she could do it herself, to which Ethan quietly yielded. Once she was cleaned up, Ethan started the engine, and they drove back to their apartment building with soft music playing in the background.By the time they parked, Claire had fallen fast asleep against the passenger seat. Ethan walked around, unbuckled he

Ethan's brows knitted together slightly. "Why would you ask something like that? Did I do something to give you the wrong idea?"Claire let out a soft sigh and shook her head. "No, I was just letting my imagination run wild. You know how women get when we have too much free time on our hands—we start inventing silly scenarios out of thin air. Like asking, 'If your mom and I both fell into a river, who would you rescue first?' Or randomly wondering whether our partner actually loves us."Tilting her head, she looked right into his eyes. "Honey... do you love me?"Ethan went completely still. The question had caught him entirely off guard.Claire still had her fingers resting lightly against his jaw, peering up at him with wide, guileless eyes as she waited for his reply.Carefully, Ethan took her hand and lowered it from his face, settling back against the driver's seat to click his seatbelt into place before resting his large hand atop the steering wheel.Refusing to let him off the h

A woman in her thirties stood beside the table with her hair loosely pinned back, an empty glass still clutched in her hand."You shameless little tramp! Do you have any idea who I am?" she shouted, jabbing an accusing finger toward the bespectacled man sitting across from Emily. "I'm his wife!"The man barely spared a glance for Emily's drenched, disheveled state. Instead, he scrambled to his feet and rushed to placate his wife. "Honey, calm down! We're just colleagues grabbing a bite to eat together—nothing more than coworkers!"His wife shoved him hard in the chest. "Do I look like an idiot to you?!" she snapped. "Kenneth Miller, you heartless bastard! I just gave birth to our second baby! I haven't even finished my postpartum recovery, and you're already out here humiliating me behind my back?"Manager Miller stepped forward and tried to drape an arm around her shoulders, only for her to slap his hands away in revulsion."Don't touch me! You make me sick!"Turning her head, she pi