All Chapters of Under The CEO's Spell: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Anders waved the driver away, grabbing the keys from him. He walked Veil to the passenger's seat and strapped her in before getting behind the wheel. She told him he was making a big deal out of nothing and that it was just some stomach flu.But even if she was right, Anders needed to make sure of it. He already felt like shit for breaking her heart. He wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that she wasn't feeling well, and he had done nothing about it. The hospital gates came into view, and Veil tried to talk him out of it. Anders knew it wasn't exactly because she didn't want to go to the hospital, but it had everything to do with him and his nagging presence. He knew she was right that it was selfish of him to push her around this way when he was the one who wanted nothing to do with her at the end of the contract. It felt like the first time all over again, the annoying inability to let her be. Anders worried about her all week when she took a leave. He had been scared that she woul

The doorman hadn't been expecting Anders back this early, so when his car drove in with Anders behind the wheel, he double-checked just to ensure nothing was wrong. Waving him away, Anders pulled out at the entrance and got out from behind the wheel. Veil didn't wait for him to help her out this time, pushing the door open and walking to the doors without him. She saw herself in, since she already knew the passcode, heading straight for the kitchen. The weather was not unbearably hot, but it sure felt that way to Veil as she pulled open the refrigerator and got out a cold bottle of water. Downing it without a glass cup, Veil whipped at her chin and returned to the living room, throwing herself on the couch, the same one she had spent the most passionate night with Anders, giving herself totally to him, not holding back. It was the day she decided to throw all consequences to the wind. Of course, she hadn't factored this into consideration. Veil stared at the space beside her, wonde

June was waiting by the door when Veil got home, and she allowed herself get whisked into the living room, with June watching her like she would drop to the floor at any minute. June was not far from the truth because the only thing holding Veil up was the fear of doing anything to harm the baby.It was still pretty early and she had read somewhere that the first few months of a pregnancy were usually the most delicate, and extra care needed to be taken in order to get through it.June said nothing until later in the night, when Veil came out for a snack. She was working in the kitchen, a huge pair of frames on her eyes when Veil sauntered in, covered in her cute small pyjamas.“Hey,” June called, taking off her glasses. Veil hadn't told her anything since she returned because she didn't want to overburden her best friend with the drama that had been going on in her life. They felt unending, from one level to the other. Veil couldn't remember the last time June had complained about so

Anders was in Lucas’ studio, watching his best friend and Amanda gush over the idea they had for their wedding. They wanted it to happen there since it was not only cost-effective but they could, at the same time, have an influence over the decorations.Lucas wanted the paintings he had made of Amanda gracing the walls that day, with the pictures they'd taken together showing the journey of their dating life. They giggled when they saw an old picture of the four of them - Amanda, Lucas, Anders, and Camila, and tears pooled at the corner of Amanda's eyes. She whipped them off hastily before Anders or Lucas could notice. She only wanted to have happy memories of her best friend.“What do you think about beige?” Amanda threw at Anders who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there. Unfortunately, he had nowhere else to go. The bar sounded like a very tempting idea right now, but Anders knew it was too much of a show since the whole of Mexico knew who he was and there wasn't goin

Anders was in the room with Lucas, helping him with his brooch before he went to the aisle to wait for his bride. Lucas hadn't stopped talking about how special he thought Amanda was and how lucky he was to have her as his bride. At first, Anders was receptive to the emotions flowing, even handing Lucas a napkin when tears threatened to fall from his eyes. But three hours into the day, Anders decided that it was getting on his nerves. And not in a bad way. The more his best friend spoke about love and the beautiful things it had done to him, the more he feared that his choice not to believe in love was more damning than it did him any good. It was becoming oddly real to him, that Lucas and Amanda were going to need their privacy after today, so he wouldn't be able to disturb them as often as he was used to.“Don't look so sad, Anders,” Lucas drawled, patting his friend's face affectionately. “We're still going to be your friends. Things are just going to be a bit different.”“How so?