All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Unsigned Clause: Secretly Married My Boss: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The delivery man set down three massive, velvet-lined thermal bags on my small laminate dining table, bowed politely, and vanished back into the hallway like a culinary ninja.Before I could even reach for a fork, Jerome was already gliding around my cramped kitchen like he had spent his whole life navigating it. He reached into my top cabinet—without even asking where the matches were—and pulled out two small, vanilla-scented glass candles I had forgotten I even owned."Hey! What are you doing?" I gasped, my hands flying to my hips. "Candles?! Jerome, this is a Tuesday night takeout meal in a two-room apartment, not a gala at the Plaza!""The ambiance is non-negotiable, Miss June," he said smoothly, striking a match with a crisp snap and setting a warm, flickering glow across the tiny table."You are so dramatically extra," I grumbled, but my cheeks were already burning as he pulled out my rickety wooden chair for me with absolute, royal chivalry. "And why do you know where my matche

Before I could process his words, he stepped out and smoothly clicked the door shut behind him, leaving me standing alone in the quiet apartment with the lingering warmth of his presence and the quiet, mysterious ache in my heart.The moment the front door clicked shut, the heavy, suffocating silence of the apartment rushed back in.I stood there frozen in the middle of the room, staring blankly at the half-eaten gourmet food sitting under the warm lamp, the soft smoke from the blown-out candles drifting into nothingness.And then, it hit me again.It wasn't a physical cramp. It wasn't food poisoning. It was a sudden, violent twist right in the pit of my stomach—a phantom, hollow ache th

"Alexa, you won't believe it!" Julie called out the moment I stepped through the door, holding a giant, steaming mug. "Someone anonymously gifted the entire faculty breakfast this morning! Look at this spread!"The large center table was covered in thermal boxes stamped with the elegant gold logo of AW GRILL & CAFE. There were warm berry scones, glazed croissants, flaky danishes, and artisan jams."Anonymously?" I asked, setting my bag down as my stomach gave a quiet, treacherous rumble."Yep! The delivery driver just said a 'generous benefactor' wanted to thank the teachers," Julie said cheerfully, sliding a box toward me. "Here, I saved you a warm blueberry scone. You look like you could use the sugar, girl."I stared at the berry scone. It was still warm, smelling faintly of vanilla and lemon zest—my absolute favorite.My chest gave that familiar, quiet tug. Jerome Washington.I didn't even have to ask. The man couldn't just send a text; he had to feed the entire faculty just so I

"Who are you?!" I cried, stumbling back off the wooden bench, my heels catching in the dirt. The heavy wool jacket slid off my shoulders and tumbled into the pine needles between us. "Why do I feel like I'm drowning every time you talk about your past?! What are you hiding from me, Jerome?!"Across the clearing, Julie instantly snapped her head toward us, her friendly co-teacher persona vanishing into sharp, alert vigilance. The five dark-uniformed men at the perimeter subtly shifted their hands toward their holsters, their eyes darting between Jerome and me.Jerome stood up slowly, stepping over his fallen jacket, his hands raised in a quiet, universal gesture of surrender. But his dark eyes were burning with a desperate, unspoken truth he was desperately trying to keep buried."I am not going to hurt you, Alexa," he promised, his voice trembling slightly. "I swear on my life, I will never hurt you.""Then why do I feel like my heart was torn out right next to you?!" I sobbed, wiping

Jerome took a slow, heavy breath, his chest rising and falling in ragged rhythms. "She deserves to know, Julie.""Not like this," Julie snapped back softly, glancing toward the sleeping kids' tents. "Not when she can barely hold herself together. Step back."I looked between the two of them, my mind spinning into complete overload. Protocol? Danger? Why is my co-teacher speaking to a billionaire CEO like she's his commanding officer?!"Julie, wait," I choked out, wrapping my arms around myself as the cold mountain air rushed back into the space between Jerome and me. "He was telling me... about New York. About a gala—""He's confusing you, Alexa," Julie interrupted gently, her voice instantly softening as she reached out and wrapped a firm,protective arm around my shoulders. "You need sleep. You're exhausted, and your brain is trying to weave patterns out of stress and strangers." She looked directly at Jerome, her glare delivering a silent, lethal warning. "Mr. Washington was just le