All Chapters of A Loving Wife At Your Service : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I wake up to the softness of whatever mattress is under me. My eyes flutters open and it takes me exactly five seconds to understand and take in where I am. Definitely back in the mansion and in 'my' room. I start to sit up… "Don't…" His familiar voice and hand gently taking my arm stops me from moving, and I have no choice but to lie back on the bed. "What… I start to say and notice the plaster above my wrist. "What happened?" I finally say, Also noticing the IV fluid bag, hanging by the side of the bed. What the hell happened to me.? Wasn't I just coming back from a wedding? I sit up, ignoring Liam's remark to lie back on the bed again. He sighs… He places his palm on my forehead and his smile follows as he breathes a out a "Thank goodness, you're fine now" "What happened?" I ask. "A fever, that's what happened" Liam sighs standing straight and working towards the door, which is now perfectly fixed. A fever… since when? "I'll be back, you can relay anything yo

Clearly not taken aback by my sudden straddle and kiss, Liam gently holds my waist and pushes me away from his lips and body. He scoffs, sounding in-between mad and confused. "What was that?" He scoffs. I pause. Yeah? What the hell was that? I hear my subconscious slam me about walking around the whole house and letting my thoughts sink in to be futile, only to kiss him when I walk into the room. I let the embarrassment sink in before trying to speak. "You… wanted a loving wife…? I'm sticking to the contract" I shrug. Maybe it was a bad idea meeting up with Ginny and Hannah anyways. Liam gets on his feet. He is quiet, with just his eyes watching whatever expression my face is trying to morph into, because as much as I am trying to play clueless, I am embarrassed as hell. I wonder if he can tell. He scoffs. "Yeah? Did your friends say anything that suddenly changed your mind?" I give no reply.Literally all they did was convince me, this place is far better than the sh

Sometimes, people find it difficult to rely on others because they are so used to doing things on their own and being independent that they forget the term "reliable" might refer to someone other than themselves. They go to great lengths to try to cure things on their own and end up hurting themselves.And the only thing they've ever needed to stop suffering was someone to talk to, lean on, and trust. And now standing here with Liam, all I know about this man is that he is wealthy, fit, charming with his looks and is working towards something big he wants to achieve, something he doesn't want me to know. And that's all I know about him, I do know I have never met this man before, even if I have, my memories are not helping, still that doesn't mean I know everything about him. Hugging me so tightly and letting his sigh escape every two or three seconds reveals nothing but how whatever is going on with Liam is killing him on the inside, and the larger picture of how he needs me to be

"Now where are you handling two of me in a bed in one night." I froze..Fuck!He did not just say that.I thought he didn't hear what I said. Liam burst out laughing, noticing the horrified look on my face, a calm low laugh that has really built up in him. "I did not mean that," I say when he stops laughing. "Really?" He raises a brow, walking towards the bed and taking off his shoes. "I was just… bluffing." I shrug, Literally the comments just pushed me out to one of my outbursts, I've never handled it with someone like Liam on a bed, needless to say handle two of him. "Bluffing huh?" Liam scoffs and eyes me in a way that leaves me unsettled. "Yeah." I reciprocate the look he gave me. "Of course," He laughs to himself. I look around the room, its coziness is welcoming enough, and then I turn to the man inside the room. "We'll be staying here for the night… together?" I ask. "Yeah, I said so earlier, the hotel we were supposed to-"Yeah, I know" I interrupt him, but n

-The night of scarlett's twenty first birthday-3 years ago… continues**"You know Eugene, when you brought the idea of a game to kill our boring ass time in this room, I thought you meant something fun. What the hell is this?" I scoff, half sober, eyeing the almost finished cigeratte in his hand. "It's not a popular game, I didn't like it at first, but I got a hang of it and then liked it," "How does trying to guess what we both have in mind a game. It's lame and i am bored" I scoff. "Well, at least I proposed a deal, I am trying to fix the lame air, don't try to nag me like I'm your friends who ditched you. Who pulled the knob out of the door in the first place?" Liam gets on his feet and moves to the window. I sigh. Right, I shouldn't complain, this is all my fault. "I'm sorry," I apologize, getting on my feet too. "Sure…" He replies, hitting the burning edge of the cigarette on the window rack to turn it off. "I just want to do something fun, I've been home all day" I