All Chapters of Marrying the Billionaire's Rebel Son: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Third-person's Point of View"Can you hand me the salt, Anita?" Linda requested, but it seemed Anita was not in herself while wiping the table where they prepared all the ingredients for the dishes they were cooking that late afternoon.It had been a few minutes since she returned to the kitchen and went back to what she had left, and since then, Anita has been acting strangely."Anita?" Linda called and gave the young Filipina a gentle tap on her shoulder.Anita was startled. "I-I'm sorry, are you saying something?""No," Linda lied. "Are you okay?""Y-yes, I am." Anita stammered. Linda could sense something was bothering her. She lowered the fire on the induction stove to make sure what she was cooking wouldn't get burned before facing Anita."Come on, you can talk to me about it." With that, Anita bowed her head. She didn't know how to explain how she was feeling. It was hard to sort, but the fear was too much.Anita raised her head and took a deep breath as she tried to wrap eve

The waffle tasted amazing. It didn't taste ordinary like those packed ready mixtures available in the supermarket. There was crunch right on every corner and soft and moist inside. Not too sweet for someone who doesn't like too sweet treats and that was what I wanted."By the way, what brings you here?" I was busy identifying the ingredients they put on the waffle when Adam asked me this. I raised my head to look at him and our eyes unexpectedly met. I promptly looked away, returning to my food to avoid looking into his beautiful eyes. I couldn't deny it was truly mesmerizing and if I dared to stare at it any longer. "I was looking for something," I answered. I heard him sip into his coffee and I was about to put a slice of waffle inside my mouth when she asked, "Something or someone?" I stopped, putting my fork back into my plate to answer, "Something.""Wait, are you sure that something, nonhuman—not someone?" I didn't know what he wanted me to answer, but when I glanced at him

While on the road, I noticed how heavy the atmosphere was inside his car. All I could hear was the engine and the honking of vehicles outside.Frankly, it frightened me at how quiet Adam was. I hated the thoughts my brain was giving me at that time. I tried to move when I felt my muscles were getting stiff. A long silence passed and I was getting close to my destination. "A-are you okay, Adam?" I asked when I could no longer bear the silent treatment I was getting. That was the only moment he moved his head on my side since we sat inside the car. "Yes, I am," he answered, but with the tone of his voice, I knew it was a lie.It was my turn to be talkative. We still had more than ten minutes before reaching the mansion and I didn't want to leave him like that."Why does it seem you are not okay?" I asked. I waited for him to answer but he remained silent. "You are making me think your friend offended you a while ago. Having a relationship here is a big deal, as I observed, but in th

Right after Ms. Peters closed the door, my shoulders dropped. The smile on my face faded as I felt so much exhaustion after a few hours of strolling through the mall. I took a heavy sigh and turned my head to examine the beautiful room, but then thought about the wedding the next day that would eventually solve my problems.I was uncertain whether to call myself lucky or to meet such people because, at the back of my head, I was still frightened of what would happen after the wedding.While thinking about those things, my eyes landed on the large bed inside the room. The temperature inside was too cold for someone who grew up in a tropical country, even though I had never tried going home during my three years of contract abroad. It seemed like I would never get used to the low temperature.It was quite hot outside because we were in the middle of summer, but it appeared the air conditioning system inside was set too low. I tried looking around to find it, but I couldn't see anything

The sun was about to come out when I opened my eyes the next day. I knew I was too early, but I had to prepare earlier for the wedding. No trace of excitement in my heart. All I could feel was this great amount of worry about how the day would end and whether Sir Lennon would appear or not. I walked near the curtain and slid it to the side. The room location was perfect to watch the sunrise and because it was only around six in the morning, I was right on time to witness a beautiful scene as the sun scattered its light into the surroundings. "Good morning, sunshine!" I muttered with a smile and I walked into the bathroom when the light was already too blinding. I took a shower as the first step of preparation. Wore the simplest dress I saw inside the walk-in closet, pairing it with flat sandals before going to the kitchen to see Ms. Peters. The servants were greeting me. They were bowing their heads as I walked in front of them. It was too uncomfortable, but I couldn't tell them