All Chapters of Married To Mr Winters : A Billionaire Love Story: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The cabin door closed behind them and Jane stiffened at the sudden darkness that descended upon the room. A look at the balcony door told her that it was closed and the curtains were drawn shut.“My, my, “ Roxanne tsked, circling Jane slowly like a hawk closing in on its prey. “I thought after all the drama, you’d at least have the decency to stay away from Daniel.”Maybe I should throw up on her, Jane thought. “I did not steal from Daniel. You were the one feeding him all the bullshit.”Roxanne’s tattoed brows lifted in mockery but she did not reply. She left Jane standing in the middle of the room and flipped on the light switch. The abrupt brightness in the room made Jane wince and her stomach began to cramp. “Just give me the pills please, “ she muttered, hugging the edge of the cabin bed and swearing to herself that this was the last time she would ever get on a rocking boat. No more &lsqu

There was the sound of crying and Jane’s eyes snapped wide open only to find herself plastered on her own bed. She blinked and stared at her ceiling, looking at the shadows of moonlit clouds playing above her. Another cry came from outside the bedroom door and Jane forced herself up with a hand to her temple, groaning. Her head felt heavy and she frowned. Why was she in her apartment? What happened? But as much as she tried to remember, her mind stubbornly remained a blank slate. With every ounce of her strength, she forced herself up on wobbly feet only to realize that underneath her fluffy blue robe, she was still wearing her swimsuit. Opening the bedroom door, Jane found baby Timmy crying in Wayne’s arms as he failed miserably to soothe the child with a pacifier. Little Timmy wailed even louder when he saw his mother, his little face turning redder than a lobster. Jane rushed towards her child and cradled him in her arms. Hands to his side, Wayne looked flustered

Jane buttoned up her coat and was just about to carry little Timmy from his cot when the doorbell rang. Her eyes fell on the door and her eyebrows knitted together. Surely it wasn’t Wayne Winters? She did not want to see his face ever again.But her feet had a mind of their own and soon, Jane found herself standing in front of her own door and peering through the peephole. It was the old lady from next door. With a huge exhalation of pent up breath, she quickly unbolted her door.“Hello Mrs Woolworths,” Jane greeted the ageing widow. They had spoken a few times before and Jane had found the old lady warm and friendly. Mrs Woolworths looked up from her extremely bent posture and flashed Jane a toothy grin through her thick-rimmed glasses. Years of osteoporosis and arthritis had shrivelled her like a withering plant but her megawatt smile brought a much needed warmth to Jane’s heart and she welcomed the old lady into her humble abode.&ldqu

Daniel stepped out of his office building just as the clock struck nine and stepped into his car only to realize that his cousin, Wayne had hijacked the driver’s seat.“What? Did your new business venture go bust? Are you driving for a living now?” Daniel could not help but shoot sarcasm at the man behind the wheel. Wayne turned around, resting his elbow on the armrest and sighed. He looked tired too with dark rings behind his glasses. Not that Daniel fared any better, they both looked like pandas right now. Sexy hot pandas with six-packs.Wayne cleared his throat. “I came to apologize.”Daniel leaned against the backseat, crossing his arms. “Oh wow, confession of the century. I’m impressed.”Another sigh came from the front and Wayne revved the engine. Frowning, Daniel asked, “Where are we going?”“To Jane’s apartment.”“The heck we are.”&ldquo

Daniel blinked as he stared at the phone and took a few deep breaths. If that Philip Summers or Logan or whatever his bloody name was dared to harm even one strand of Jane’s hair, he would personally wring the guy’s neck himself. But what consumed Daniel was not anger, rather it was a gutwrenching fear. It latched upon him the moment he heard Jane’s muffled screams through the phone. God, please let her and Timmy be okay. The taxi driver peered at Daniel through the rearview mirror and cleared his throat. “Sir…are we still heading towards Mangrove Apartment? Shouldn’t we get you to the hospital instead? Your hand’s kinda mangled.” Daniel looked at his bloodied fist. Blood dripped onto the upholstery and his mind started to play tricks on him. It was his fault, if only he hadn’t pushed her away, if only he had kept her safe! What if the bastard bled her like how his hand bled? Stop thinking nonsense! He groaned and sh