All Chapters of The Heartless Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"There's one more thing though." He heard her mumble with her clasped hands. Before he could question or react, he felt her lips on his neck and her body against his. Claude hissed through his clenched teeth as his hands instinctively tightened around her waist, pulling her body flushed against his. Her arms were trapped in between their bodies. "Ayla!" A warning growl left his lips as he felt her soft, plump lips move over his neck. He wasn't expecting her to start nibbling on the skin right then and there before the eyes of so many. "Hmm…" Without bringing her actions to a stop, Ayla hummed against his neck. She would suck on the spot before grazing it with her teeth. "What are you doing?" Claude mumbled next to her ear when she continued her sweet torture on his neck. He wanted her to stop with it just as much as he wanted her to continue torturing his souls. "Don't you like it?" She mumbled a response withou

"Can we go home already?" Ayla looked up at the man, her lips pursed together as she gave the man a pleading look.  "We can't." Claude replied to her briefly in a whisper before turning his attention back to the people who were waiting to greet him on his way out. A few of them congratulated him for the success of the event, while a couple of others were more focused on getting to know the lady who was clinging to his arm as if her life depended on it.  "Please." She leaned against his side and wrapped her arms around his neck before pressing her lips against his cheeks. "Pretty. Please." She punctuated each word with a soft kiss on his cheek.  "Ayla!" Claude looked down at her, glaring. "Behave." He warned her with a shake of his head but his hand never left her waist, making sure that she didn't move away from him. The last thing he wanted to fret over were her whereabouts given how drunk she was. It was truly a wonder that she was able to wa

"So? Can we talk about the matter now?" Claude didn't want to burst her little, happy bubble, but he knew that avoiding the conversation wasn't the way to go about it. He needed her to confide in him. "Do we have to?" Ayla turned around to face him but didn't stop. She was now walking backwards, taking small steps. She watched him as Claude slowed down a little to match her pace. "Yes, we do." He gave her a firm nod. "You can't expect me to know things when you are not willing to talk to me about them." He shook his head before heaving out a frustrated sigh. Claude knew what he was asking was a little too much of her, but he needed to know all of it to make sure that she was living a good life. He still remembered how he accidentally got to know about the problems she was facing back in her college. If it wasn't for the fact that he decided to follow his gut feeling after Ethan informed him about Ayla's text, he might still be clueless. And to

"Claude?"  "Yes, wife?" He replied, staring back at her. His honey brown flickered with unsaid emotions as he kept his face devoid of any.  "What are you doing here?" Ayla mumbled before retracting her hands back.  With a major eye roll, Claude scoffed. "What does it look like? I am waking you up so that we can have our breakfast together before we leave."  "But I don't want to wake up." She argued only to have the side of her forehead flicked. "Ouch." A dramatic yelp made its way out of her dry lips as she shook her head only to have her head throbbing because of the slight movements.   "You are already up. It's better if you get your pretty arse up and going." The man shook his head, having a hard time dealing with his wife. If drunk Ayla was a pretty handful to take care of, hungover Ayla was no better. He made a mental note to keep her away from all sorts of alcohol the next time they had to attend such an eve

"Come on, Ayla, you can do it." She mumbled under her breath in a whisper so low that even she had a hard time hearing it. Ayla was currently trying to gather as much courage as she possibly could before making a dash to the entrance of the company. She had promised Claude that she'll be the one picking him up after college hours, and that had brought her to be standing outside the entrance. The car was already parked in the underground parking area, leaving her with nothing to hide inside. "Why did I have to do it?" She questioned no one in particular as she recalled their interaction from this morning when she had so abruptly kissed him to wish him goodbye. Since then she had been regretting her actions. What if he was to mind it? What if he didn't want her to pick him up any more? What if he would end up pushing her away? So many questions were eating her brain alive, but there was only one that weighed