Semua Bab My Foreign Husband : Bab 71 - Bab 80

I open a wide smile."A companion who always wants to prove that he is the best among all" complete."And I always get it," he purrs, putting a kiss on the tip of my nose. His breath warms my face when he says: "At least I know that intelligent people value talent, and that I have plenty of that.”I don't know how I am able to increase my smile, but I can, feeling my eyes shrunk by the genuineness of the reaction.A humming noise "of those we do when we see cute babies or puppies" calls my attention back to my friends, and I catch the whole expression melted on Penelope's face. She rests her chin on the palm of her hand, tipping her head slightly to one side, nibbling her lower lip."I created it! "Speaks in a tone of pride.I move away first, causing an air of doubt in Colton's eyes. Hunter clears his throat, and for the first time, he doesn't seem to have the courage to say what he really thinks.The silence between us is strange.Colton spends a good part of him looking at the ring

I put my head on my knees, looking confused at Hunter."You're not trying to convince me that you intend to go back to the place where people who want to kill you come from... Are you?”"I can't find the help I need if I expect the rulers of your country to realize that something is not right, Suzy. "I try to speak, but he shakes his head, dispensing with what he clearly already knows I intend to say. "Or, as you said yourself, let other children go through the same as me, having only your influence to achieve something.”"Isn't that enough? “Ofego.He denies it.“No, Suzy. It will be enough to continue with my plan. Of course, not being dead, when I should, can cause me some problems, but I can do this.”"You can't, no. “I'm a stab. "Hunter, I've already said that I can get in touch with important people. You saw it yourself tonight.”"What I could see being with you is that I am accepted and welcome, but that not all the money in the world can change the individualism of those who c

When the first days of spring begin to ward off the cold of February, and greets us with a rainy March, I find myself in my Psychiatrist's room.My tears flow hot and suffocating, tracing a salty trail on my cheeks. I look up at the doctor in front of me, sitting in a comfortable brown leather armchair, whose attention lasts in every little wrinkle that writhes on my face taken by perpetual sadness. She has a soft, complacent countenance, although we both know that if I wasn't paying for her to listen to my problems, we wouldn't be facing each other for the time I didn't do more than talk about what, most of the time, I prefer to forget, and cry."Use these" she says, pushing a box of clean handkerchiefs through the square low table between us. In the right corner, a vase ornamented with floral designs houses a small withered daisy, and its whitish and droopy petals caress my fingers when I stretch to pick up the container. "Don't worry about letting your feelings free up, Suzy. Don't

"What did you say, ma'am?”Reacting to the impulse that only a panic attack can give us, I push the man who holds me so tightly that the reverse reaction makes me stagger, hitting my heel on the step above, and I almost don't fall on my back.He lets me go, and I arch in search of air, feeling my lungs so tight that I take a hand to my chest. I am all the time aware of the burning that spreads under the leather boot that does not cushion the blow to my foot at all, but I do not show my pain. The man curses while regaining his balance, expressing a stunned reaction, and cautiously moves away, as if I were an angry animal.I don't judge him for thinking this way. Because I just had a sudden, and brief, worse crisis.“Suzy! What's up with you?”I see Hunter supporting the stranger between us, holding him by one of his arms to prevent him from collapses on the adjacent steps, but without ever ceasing to see him as a threat. It is a relief to realize that the shadows cast by my hallucinati

There are rare occasions when I leave the comfort of my room in the middle of working hours.With the exception of going to the meeting rooms on the same floor as my executive director's room, I have everything I need not to leave my office; including two adjacent rooms that open to a private bathroom and a rest room where I can both have my meals quietly, and rest on one of the spacious sofas that replace chairs - that's how, in the not too distant past.Besides, I have Natalie, whose function is to be my cell phone in human form. Always ready to find a way to fulfill my wishes.This afternoon is one of those that can be on my list of rare occasions. Considering that I am only at this moment checking the watch on my wrist as the elevator goes back up to my floor because I spent a whole hour in the cafeteria with Penelope.Even if I believe in the competence of the people who work for me, at least once a month, I dedicate myself to checking the quality of the food served to those in l