All Chapters of Substitute Wife For The Cold-Hearted Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chelsea “Why are you following me to my room?” I asked Nathan the next day when we arrived back home, and instead of going to his room, he followed me. It was much easier to convince Nathan to let me be discharged than to convince the doctor. He didn’t want to let me go, and I had to pull the “I have the right to decide whether or not I want to be treated.” After that, he had no choice but to let me go, but not before he spent over an hour drilling different instructions into Nathan’s ears. He didn’t even say those things to me, but to Nathan, and I kind of think it’s because he thought that I might not do all the things he listed out if he told me. Anyway, in the end, I got what I wanted, and now I am back home with a shit load of medication to help me manage the pain and with the instruction to return to the hospital immediately if the medications fail. I hope I don’t have to return. “I am just going to keep this.” He pointed at the luggage, but I couldn’t trust him comple

Chelsea“Did you forget the contract we both signed?”He shook his head.“I haven’t forgotten anything, baby.”I almost smiled when he called me baby.What the heck is wrong with me?“So, why do you say we won’t be divorcing—wait, don’t answer that.”I let out, and when I realized just how pointless it was to ask him the questions.There might not be a divorce since he was so adamant about not wanting to sign any papers, but in nine months, I would be long gone and probably forgotten.It felt very weird to think that by this time next year, I won’t be alive anymore.I just couldn’t wrap my head around it.“What are you doing?”I asked when Nathan moved closer to me. Not close enough for us to be touching, but close enough that if I just reached out or if he did, we would be touching.“Crowding your space.”Bastard.“You are really pushing this, aren’t you?”He smirked, and my heart skipped a beat. Okay, maybe it’s not my head that is the problem; maybe it’s my heart.There’s no way my

Chelsea Get out of your head! I mentally cautioned myself and reminded myself that I should not be getting ahead of myself just because he was being nice to me. It’s because I am sick. If I wasn’t sick, he wouldn't even be home right now. He would have been at work “What do you want to eat?” He asked me while pulling stuff out of the cabinet. Meanwhile, I was sitting there surprised at how he knew where everything was. I can’t even count how many times I have seen him in this kitchen. He doesn’t even eat at home. At the beginning of our marriage, I tried to feed him as any wife would, but he always returned home late and never really ate the food I made, so after a handful of tries, I just gave up. “Chelsea?” I blinked at him because I forgot the question he asked me. “What do you want to eat?” He repeated the question. “Anything you make.” I answered, and he nodded. He went back to pulling things out of not just the cabinet but the fridge too. Soon, he started washing

Nathan I knew he would do something to make me go back to work, but I didn't expect him to do it so fast. Of course, he would try to force my hand; he hates it when people don't listen to him. “Thank you for telling me, Fred.” I said, and ended the call. I looked at Chelsea. “You have to go, don’t you?” She looked sad. Her words sounded sad. “No, I don’t have to go anywhere, Chelsea. I am not leaving you.” I assured her, and she smiled again briefly before she caught herself and stopped, but I already saw it. I already knew she was happy that I wasn’t going anywhere. That was enough for me. “I will make a call quickly and come back to pick out your dress for tomorrow.” I told her, and she nodded. I walked out of her room and checked business news immediately, and sure enough, there were already so many articles written about the chairman’s announcement. If there's one thing the chairman of Montague was known for, it's his power over the media. I called my grandfather be

Chelsea “Do you want me to kiss you?” I fought the first words that I had wanted to say when he asked that question. “Yes, Nathan. If I am really your wife, then I should know what your lips taste like!” I didn’t say those words out loud. Of course, I didn’t. I would be crazy to say something like that. “No! That’s not what I meant. You know what? Forget I even said anything.” I said instead of the words I really wanted to say and turned to leave, but his words stopped me. “I don’t need to kiss you or see you naked to see you as my wife, Chelsea. Not saying I don’t want to.” Did he mean he wanted to kiss me or what? I wanted to ask him, but I felt too embarrassed. I stood with my back to him, hoping that he would say something else to clarify what he meant, but when he spoke again, it was a completely different conversation and I really wanted to turn and scream at him. “I think this dress is perfect.” I did turn, but I didn’t scream at him like I wanted to because that wou