“I told you I’m going to do it when I get back.”The trash bag that I was holding immediately falls to the floor the moment I hear that deep voice who is obviously annoyed with my anthem. And before I managed to turn around, or recover from the shock of his sudden appearance, a hand has already picked up that trash bag. Without saying anything, he surpasses me at the hallway and strides to the Refuse Room. I take a deep breath upon watching him from behind, that guy is looking insanely strong and manly carrying the trash, especially when he’s wearing this one winter coat that has becoming my favorite. I don’t understand how he can look good all the time, but when he dons that black winter coat, ohhhh I’m officially deceased.“You’re not even wearing your coat!” He says the moment he comes out of the Refuse Room, obviously still mad from my earlier attempt to throw the trash. He gave the helpers two weeks off for Christmas and New Year so we’ve been operating with just the both of us.
Author's note: Before we start, I'd like to apologise for the mixed up of the chapters. I've edited chapter 129 and 130 but the changes haven't been reflected in chapter 129. I've contacted my editor on this, will inform you once the changes are reflected so you guys can read the revised one! Keep in mind that this chapter is the continuation of the revised chapters so you may want to wait till it's (finally!) reflected or just read and go back to those two chapters once the revised one comes out. Sorry again! 😭***It has only been four days but I feel like this is the worst silent treatment he has ever given me. Four days ago, on the Christmas Eve, he had to wait for a good half an hour at the freezing parking area because I needed to create some excuses first in order to escape my family before finally going downstairs to hand him the car key. Only when he asked for his phone, I realised I forgot to bring it along but desperately not wanting to alarm my family of my disappear
"You think this pregnancy doesn't ruin my body enough that you threaten to manhandle me now? Teach me a lesson?" I scoff at the bold speech he threw at my face, "Wasting ten whole months of my life just to grow your daughter, have my body expand into a whale, and you had the audacity to talk to me like that?" The way he flinched when I used the word 'wasting' showed how surprised he was that I dared to say such thing, or the fact it even crossed my mind, because I too regret it the moment I blurted it out. I'm human, I have feelings, and carrying her everywhere I go for almost six months now makes me soft eventhough back then I was questioning myself if I did the right thing to keep her. Especially when her movements become obvious since the past few weeks, I get excited thinking how is she going to look like once she's out, if she's going to be his best friend by the way she's actively responding to him, or actually a mini Sophie creating our own Girls Team. "Is it because she's
“I wouldn’t mind if you want to continue your extra curricular activity, you know.” Perhaps that will improve your mood tremendously instead of being this icy prince.“I’m sure you’ve got a few in the cart, all you need to do is pick up your phone and call Cupcake, tell them you want one delivered today.” To be honest, I need him to be in a better mood because I’m sick of getting this cold treatment, especially tonight since we’re going to a New Year party that I’m sure will be attended by everyone from his social circle. I’d appreciate a warm partner rather than one who treats me as if I’m an arm candy- and just that. “Today might be 31st of December but I’m one hundred percent sure there will be someone who’s going to pick up your call.” Don’t forget I also used them in the past so I know how top-notch their service is. “Orrrrrr, if you want me to call them on your behalf, yeah I can do that too!” I jump off the couch I’ve been occupying since morning and run eagerly towards his p
How many times does he have to reject me until I finally learn to move on? Like REALLY move on, not just half-heartedly doing it and have hope each time something happens. Something like the hot make-out session in the limo. I thought my heart has mastered the art of being broken to pieces by how many times it has endured it in just two years of knowing Luca, which I'm super mad at myself now because it's the same man over and over as if there's nothing new there, why can't you still get it in your head and heart that we are not meant to be together? Even when he rejected me bluntly in the limo earlier, there's this small part of me that keeps convincing me he will definitely change his mind once the baby is out. He will want to create a complete family for our daughter that he will suggest for us to try again, for the sake of her. We go around the ballroom to chat with a few known faces before we are being called to the dining table. To be honest, I do
"Don't look at me like that!" My arms fly to the chest area when he stares at every inch of my body, as if I'm a display at an art gallery. He growls disapprovingly and grabs both hands by the wrist so they'd stay on each side, and when the girls are out in the open again he smiles in satisfaction.I'm still sitting on his lap but the top of my pyjamas has already been removed by his sneaky hands when I was being distracted by the kiss, and now he is using his strength to stop me from concealing my eager twins- these hard pebbled nipples are revealing my secret of how turned on I am. "Stop it, Luc." Pretty sure my face is flushed with embarrassment. I'm already unconscious with my new figure, it doesn't help when he is observing me this way. "Stop what? I might never get this opportunity again so I'm going to memorise every bit of it. Starting from this magnificent view.""Magnifying view, you mean." I murmur to myself which he immedia
"I'm not going to sign it. I don't want to be your sugar baby." I tell him firmly on our way home after my hang out session with Abby. Earlier he dropped me at her place so he can get a few stuff at the grocery shop -yeah I have no idea why would he need to go again when we just did it a few days ago but fine, whatever- so now he's picking me up and I've obviously chosen the wrong timing to spill my decision because for the next fifteen minutes, we are going to sit next to each other in awkwardness. "Okay." Okay? That's it? "I don't want to be anybody's sugar baby anymore." "Okay." Again? Just an 'okay'? Is he for real? That's all the effort he has to persuade me into a yes? Did he forget how bad he wanted me to say yes this morning when he rammed into me? "You said you hated me and then you want me to be your sugar baby." "It's not up to me when my brain keeps on thinking how sexy you look, how cute you
Instead of going to my place at the middle floor, his finger opts for the highest button on the elevator’s panel making me shocked at the revelation, “You bought the penthouse to store your clothes?!”He grins innocently while I’m still digesting how I’ve missed this fact eventhough he has occupied it since a month ago, going back and forth to shower and change, a daily trip that never crossed my mind it would be to the biggest unit in the building- I thought it is just another apartment the size of mine. We step off the elevator once the door is opened, and I gasp upon realising there is only one unit at this level. How crazy can this get? He basically owns the floor! Instead of the traditional lock-and-key the apartments at this building use, he installed the advanced fingerprint-scanning at the door, similar to the one he has at Maison de Verdue. I’m impressed but since I’m somewhat used to this system, I’m sure what’s inside would impress me more hence the excitement I’m trying