All Chapters of Please divorce me, Mr Ford : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Clara was in the kitchen, stirring pots, slicing vegetables and tasting vegetables. Her apron was covered in stains when she heard the door open. She listened as Alexander walked in. She looked up at the clock. He was earlier than usual. She considered asking him how his day went. She knew her little drama the day before hadn't cost him anything important, but she still felt a sting of guilt. She let the thoughts linger in her mind before they floated away. She could hear his footsteps draw closer. She raised an eyebrow. Why was he coming here? He always went straight to his room. Alexander's house had never felt so warm and soft. The strong scent of herbs and spices surrounded him the moment he opened the door. He kept his briefcase gently by the door and unraveled his tie. He turned his gaze to the divorce papers he held in his hands. A smile tried to force itself out, but he exhaled hard and returned his expression to its usual blank look. He thought of the

Clara picked out a dress she had never worn. She had bought it on a whim but never came around to putting it on. It was a deep emerald dress that was fitted at the waist and fell into a flowing skirt that stopped at her ankle. It had thin straps and a small slit along one thigh. She paired it with silver heels and delicate earrings, her hair pulled into a neat bun just as Oliver had suggested. A few loose strands framed her face. Some lipstick and mascara, and she was ready for the charity gala. She heard Alexander's door click open and grabbed her silver purse. Alexander took two steps before his vision blurred. He stopped, one hand resting against the railing. He closed his eyes and waited for it to pass. Behind him, he heard Clara's door open, followed by the click of heels against the tiles. He straightened his back and turned to face her. His lips parted slightly. She stood at the top of the stairs in a green dress. Alexander blinked repeatedly and closed his mouth

Clara was already fast asleep when the car parked in front of the house.Alexander lifted her out and carried her up to her room. It was the first time he had stepped into her room. He placed her gently on her bed and took off her shoes.His eyes rested on her face, watching as she slept. She looked peaceful; you'd completely forget how mischievous she was.Clara stirred in her sleep. He stepped back, his eyes lingering on her for a few more seconds before he stepped out of her room, gently closing the door behind him.He had just held his doorknob when he felt a sharp pain on the side of his head. He walked into his room, and the floor seemed to tilt beneath his feet. He could feel his heartbeat against his ribs, beating in an uneven rhythm. He loosened his tie and stumbled towards his drawer, pulling out a bottle of medication.Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he gently lowered himself onto the ground.He inhaled sharply before taking a pill out of the bottle. He reached f

Clara was up early the next morning.She stood at the stove in an old T-shirt and leggings, her hair pushed back with a headband, stirring the tomato sauce as it bubbled and deepened in color.The kitchen smelled like garlic and something faintly smoky. She leaned over the pan, inhaling.“Perfect,” she muttered to herself.She turned toward the door when she heard Alexander walking down the stairs.She leaned against the doorway and waited until his eyes landed on her.“Are you going to stay for breakfast?” she asked.Alexander inhaled softly. He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, then turned his eyes back to her.“Yes.”He walked down the remaining stairs to the dining room, lowered himself onto a seat, and set his briefcase down beside him.A few minutes later, Clara set a plate down in front of him.She stood behind him, watching over his shoulder.He turned to look at her, but she motioned for him to go ahead.“It’s called shakshuka—eggs poached in tomato sauce,” she said p

Clara felt her heart stop when she heard Alexander's car pull in. Her thumb rubbed anxiously over her knuckles. She hadn't seen him the whole day. He was probably avoiding her, but she was avoiding him too. She didn't like the awkwardness that had settled between them. She still needed her food taster. She had successfully applied. Now all she had to do was wait to find out if she would be picked. A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. She adjusted her dress and walked toward the door. She could see his shadow in the space between the door and the floor. She took several breaths before she opened the door. Alexander looked down at her in his white shirt and black pants. It was the first time she had seen him come back from work like that. Usually it was just a loose tie. Today he wasn't even holding his tie. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket, and he had untucked his shirt. She tried to think of what she would say if he apologized for the kiss, and what she'd say if he took he