All Chapters of A Loving Wife At Your Service : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The evening has just started, and after saying hello to a lot of people and some ladies that looked like I just ruined their evening by being alive and Liam's wife, I feel exhausted already. And hungry. Some things are meant for some good cause, not like I liked that I was kidnapped. But throughout the night, Liam has been really close. Hasn't left my side and has never planned to. We've been linking arms and walking side by side. It's been what I've been wanting for ages now. The evening goes on and as usual, I am bored as hell.. But I've gotten pretty used to the boredom and how to act. Liam and I are standing together, having non alcoholic wine like he had suggested, when he gently taps me by the arm. "I have to go make a quick call. You'll have to stay here and don't move an inch" He says. "I won't, as long as we're beside this table. I'm not moving an inch" I beam gesturing towards the table that has not the very best of pastries but enough. "That'll do. I'll

~Scarlett~"Pregnant? You could have lied about something else Liam, why use pregnancy as a lie?" I scoff. My voice is loud, but thankfully we're farther away from Liam's uncle's house and now heading towards our car. Liam tugs his fingers in his hair and breathes out a sigh. "I couldn't think of something else. It was really intense. He's just touring me." "So what are you going to do now? He says until he sees a bump, he doesn't mind waiting for nine to ten months for me to give birth. He's not going to give it to you until I give birth. And me? Give birth? Get pregnant? Liam you chose the wrong lie" I am batting my lashes at him.. He's agitated, I can tell. But he's trying to keep his shit under control. "I know, I lied without thinking, I'll get everything under control. Just like I always have" He says. But his movements aren't under control. He's pretty agitated. I step in front of him, and give him a slow hug. He hugs me back immediately but asks. "What are you doing

*. "Liam" I call as I listen to his slow steady breaths in my dimly lit and quiet room. "Hmm" he hums in response, his chest vibrating under my cheek. Somehow we ended up lying down and hovering each other. With him holding me like I am about to break and my face on his chest. "You were about to tell me something," I point out. I think of other reasons Liam has to want to get married that didn't start and end with getting loads of cash. "What other reason?" Liam mumbles absentmindedly. I look up at him with a pout. "The other reason you have to get married" I say, stressing on every word. Liam shut his eyes close, his face passive and lips set in a firm line. "I didn't say that" I frown. "You did minutes ago" "And you were getting ready to sleep remember" he says lazily, throwing my earlier lie to my face. I huff, adjusting so I could see his face properly. My eyes meet with his magnificent jaw and follow the trail down his long neck. He is such a fine specimen.

. I step out of the car and mutter a quick thank you to my driver as I proceed to going into the castle- or should I say house, before me. It takes all self control for my mouth to stay close and not hang agape. Nested on the large plot of land is a mansion. The mansion is all concrete and tall glass windows with tall ceilings. The mansion stands there as if the surrounding nature has embraced it. "Wow" I mutter breathlessly. The large house is surrounded with the best amenities money can buy, a tennis court, a sixty five foot pool, an extensive garden and even a walking path. Like the castles in fairy tales. I gasp, tightening my fingers around my purse as I step into the castle. The inside is way better than anything I could have imagined. The art nooks, rounded corners, crown moldings and archways installed at all the right places gives the house a luxury touch. I stay rooted in place on the ironwood flooring that probably never creaks. Ten rooms. An indoor gym and a dr

My jaw drop open in shock. I immediately gather my composure snapping my mouth shut. "What does that mean?" I demand irritatedly, refusing to believe I heard correctly. Liam pins me down with his intense gaze, his stance rigid. I study the lines of exhaustion and stress on his face as he narrows his gaze on me. "Liam…" I begin to say. "Forget it" he grumbles a note of bitterness in his voice, his brows curve into a frown as he cuts me off before I can implore further. I scoff internally. He can't just go about dropping bombshells like this every time and expect me to forget it, telling me to forget it like it's nothing. "This is…" Liam gave me one last look and moved past me heading for the exit, ready to leave. Oh no you don't, I grab his arm quickly causing him to halt. "Tell me, I want to know" I insist. "Why did you say that?" Liam didn't even spare me the tiniest glance as he shoves my hands off and storms out of the room slamming the door shut, leaving me in a conf