Semua Bab He Cheated on Me, His Uncle Wants a Baby: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Elena’s POVI felt cold lips pressed against mine.His tongue felt so warm. The only thing my drunk-brain could catch was; broad shoulder, tall figure—almost like a foot from mine.I had to lift my chin high to catch his lips. Was Nathan Stallard this tall? I remember our height gap wasn’t that big.I heard dozens screaming behind my back. One of them, was Gabriel trying to call me. My lips kept pressed against his as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I sensed something strange about him.He didn’t push me back, nor react. Just, there. He let my tongue wander around his mouth. Then, something snapped me.It was my best friend, Daniella. Her voice banged my ears so hard that I pulled my lips right away.“ELENA!”“YOU KISSED THE WRONG MAN!”“…”“What?”Nathan Stallard—no, where is he? I was sure I grabbed his arm before I tugged the wine bottle. My head turned around the crowds. Stu-art Huggesss suit, Irish Whiskey in his palm.He was there, glancing at me eyes widened. Nathan Stallard

Elena Beaumont’s POVI should have known a kiss could ruin your life in the blink of an eye.Our lips brushed. The same broad shoulder that once I bumped into. Firm arms protecting me from the ground. Just like that night.Except, for the reporters that couldn’t stop flashing their cameras at us.“President Harold!”I flinched, reporters started to crowd us.“Will you explain what that kiss was before!?”“Is she your new fiancée!?”“I-It’s just an a-accident—” My voice was buried down by the flashing camera.I can’t stop trembling. Oh, no… my panic attack…I suddenly sort of gasped for breath.As the camera kept recording us on live streaming, all I could think was the angry face of my grandfather.He’d really kill me, for sure. He’ll kick me, remove my name from the family’s registration, and expel me from—“Could you please move for a moment?”A dark fabric suddenly covered my face. I can’t see anything when a suit dropped over my head. A familiar perfume struck my nose. I gasped, t

Jake Harold’s POV“This is from our boss.”Her blue eyes blinked. She wandered her gaze around the shareholders, one by one. Amid those old-wrinkled men, she needed to meet my eyes when she tried to prove Andreas’s words.“Is that him?” she asked. I immediately looked down to my documents to make me busy. My nose could already smell her sweet perfume. Almost twisted my mind. From the corner of my eyes, I saw my anticipation betrayed me.“That was very warm of you, Sir George. This is the first time our shareholders have given me a warm drink.” Her tiny lips curled into a smile. That old man smiled shamefully as Elena shook her hand.I clenched my fist, the document in my lap already torn apart. I tried my best not to snap that old man’s head off that dared to touch her hand.Before I knew it, Elena Beaumont had already become the center of attention in my bored life.If it weren’t for Andreas, I’d really look like a lonely man who tried his best to get ‘attention’ from a woman who did

Elena Beaumont’s POV“One more glass, please!”I raised my empty glass with a trembling arm, even though the bartender had already glanced at me with worried eyes.“You are drunk, Ma’am,” the bartender said. He pulled out his phone, “Let me call a cab for you—”“What? No. No, no.” I waved my hand. “No, no. Not drunk. I was just… a little bit in a mood, tonight.”I forced him to pour me another whiskey. The bartender sighed and reached for another bottle. I was about to wait for my new drink, but a strong hand touched my shoulder out of the blue.I turned my spinning head.My eyebrow rose. The first thing I noticed was his black suit. His face blurred in my eyes—because of the liquor—and I could only smell a high-end brand perfume when he sat next to me.“Try this,” he smiled, placing his glass in front of me. “If you want to forget everything, whiskey is a light move. You need something thicker to kick the ball.”I wobbled his glass, “This?” I asked, glancing at that blue, thick liquo

Elena Beaumont’s POV“Miss Beaumont?”My head feels like it has snapped into twice.“Miss Elena Beaumont?” The same deep voice struck my name. A quiet click from a luxury car’s door accompanied a steady step approaching me. Fixing his thick glasses—Andreas, he needed to look at me twice to make sure the darkness didn’t betray his eyes.“I did give you my boss’s card if you need something to discuss about—” Andreas’s green irises glanced at me, head to toe. His words stopped as he noticed my melted makeup because of tears.“…”He twisted his eyes, awkwardly. “Um, want me to call President Harold?” he said, as if trying to show concern for my messed-up appearance.“I don’t think he’ll pick up the call, though—”“No, it’s okay.” My hand rose as he was about t