All Chapters of Taming the Good Boy (English): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The sliced mango fell from Zara's trembling hand. It hit the edge of the saucer, causing some peanut butter and shrimp paste to splatter on the clean counter. But neither of them noticed the mess.A deafening silence enveloped the entire kitchen. Only the soft hum of the refrigerator could be heard.Zara stared at Elian. His eyes were wide, his face slowly draining of color. On the other hand, Elian's brain, as an excellent auditor, quickly calculated dates and numbers."Zara..." Elian started, his voice low and mixed with a nervousness he couldn't hide. "It's October now. When we honeymooned in the province, that was the first week of September. Then you had your... wait. You haven't had your period since we got home, right?"Zara blinked repeatedly, trying hard to remember the days. Because she was so busy expanding the Safe Haven café and they were always eager for each other every night, she had completely forgotten her calendar."Elian..." Zara answered, her voice trembling. She

“Elian, this is the third car that has overtaken us. Even the grandpa riding a bicycle earlier passed us. Can you maybe step on the gas a little bit?”Zara was crossing her arms, frowning in the passenger seat while watching the vehicles passing outside the window. The speedometer of their car was stuck at twenty kilometers per hour. If there was anything slower than the traffic moving on EDSA, it was Elian's driving right now.Elian's eyes were focused on the road, both hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. “Zara, there are potholes on the road. Our ride shouldn't be bumpy. You're pregnant, we need to be careful.”“I'm pregnant, I'm not made of thin glass! Besides, we're just on our way to our first ultrasound, Dr. Tuazon's clinic might close before we even get there.”Elian took a deep breath and slightly quickened the pace, from twenty it became thirty. Zara could only roll her eyes, although deep in her heart, she was just holding back a smile. The terror auditor feared by ev

Zara looked at herself in the large mirror of their walk-in closet. The roundness of her stomach was very obvious under the fitted burgundy maternity dress she was wearing. If last month she cried over the changes in her body, now she was slowly gaining confidence. Especially since Elian never missed a day reminding her how sexy she was.But this noon, it wasn't her husband who would adjust for her. She was going to make a move.Zara took an expensive paper bag containing Elian's favorite beef caldereta and ube halaya which she cooked herself. She was bored in the penthouse, and she wanted to surprise her "Good Boy" at his office.When she arrived at the large auditing firm in Makati, the cold air of the central aircon and the familiar sound of rushing shoes welcomed her. As she walked down the hallway, Zara could feel the eyes looking at her. Her forehead was high, her steps gentle but full of authority. She knew everyone recognized her as the wife of the most terror auditor in that

When Zara woke up, the whole master bedroom was already dark. Only the soft hum of the aircon and the heavy rain falling outside the wide glass window broke the silence of the night.She slowly opened her soft eyes. She felt the other side of the bed, but it was empty and cold. Zara's forehead creased.When she looked up, she found her husband. Elian was sitting on the thick carpet on the floor, exactly at the side of the bed where she was lying. The young man's laptop was resting on a small bed table. He was wearing silver-rimmed glasses, his eyebrows drawn together while seriously reading numbers on the screen that was set to the lowest brightness so it wouldn't hurt the eyes in the dark.But what melted Zara's heart was the position of Elian's one hand. Even though he was busy typing with his left hand, his right hand was tightly and carefully wrapped around Zara's waist, his warm palm pressed exactly against her large stomach under the blanket.Even though he had work to catch up

Zara sighed as she rested her head on the back of the soft sofa in their penthouse living room. She closed her eyes while trying to find the most comfortable position for her aching back. In the seventh month of her pregnancy, her body felt twice as heavy. Her feet were swollen, she easily got out of breath, and she could barely see her own toes because of the size of her stomach.Zara was used to physical pain. She had been wounded, exhausted, and had run from her dark past many times. But the exhaustion of pregnancy was a different kind of difficulty, a difficulty accompanied by intense emotion and vulnerability that she couldn't escape.Zara opened her eyes when she heard the penthouse door open. Elian entered. Her husband was wearing a formal charcoal gray suit, his hair messy, and carrying his black leather briefcase. Elian's face was frowning, his jaw clenched, the familiar expression of the terror auditor who probably just came from a stressful day at the company.But when thei