Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling for My Contract Lover: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Murray exited the bathroom for the third time, finally wrapped in a towel. The towel hung loose, revealing much of his smooth chest and lean waist. He casually brushed back the hair on his forehead, seeming to be in a good mood."What are you thinking about?" He walked to the bed and gently traced a finger down Emily's soft, luminous back.He always seemed to have a cold touch despite just having engaged in an intimate encounter. His fingertips, as always, were icy, and even such a light touch sent a shiver down Emily's spine. She didn't want to speak and buried her face into the silk pillow, breathing softly in silent protest.Murray knew he had gone too far earlier and uncharacteristically spoke gently: "Fiduinvest was your cheap brother's, to begin with anyway; I'll just give it to him."Hearing the satisfactory answer, Emily composed her expression, turned over, and playfully kicked him with her foot, half-annoyed, half-coquettish, "Can't you phrase it more pleasantly?"Murray ch

Emily looked up to see a handsome blond, blue-eyed young man beaming at her. She nearly blurted, "No," but the handsome lad made her swallow it back."Sure, are you alone?" Emily put down her chopsticks, smiling widely at him in a saccharine voice."Yes, I'm an exchange student. It's just me here for Thanksgiving, feeling a bit lonely and cold.""Hahaha." His accent sent Emily burying her head in her arms, shoulders shaking with laughter."My English isn't very good; I hope I'm not too amusing," he said sheepishly."Ha ha ha!""My English is not so good; make beauty laugh at me.""Hahahaha."The bumpkinish "beauty" destroyed Emily's composure entirely, making her guffaw loudly. It drew the attention of the three at the next table, glancing over.Rita Hewlett smiled, "Youth is wonderful, isn't it? Look at that young lady, pretty as a flower."Ford Zechariah replied, "You were just as beautiful in your Youth. Besides, we all age, don't we?""Always the charmer, aren't you?""Uncle an

Fear crawled up Emily's spine, crawling over every nerve. She leaped up from the bed, kicking and thrashing in panic. She had only seen a live mouse once in her life, in the school garden.The fat, greasy, shiny-furred thing darted past her feet. That horrifying feeling would stay with her forever.It felt like something had jumped onto the bed."Ah!" Emily shrieked as she tumbled off the bed in her panic. Though there was carpet, her entire body crashing down elbow-first hurt so much she thought she might be paralyzed. "Squeak." A furry thing brushed past her feet. "Help!" Emily cried, struggling from the floor and running to the living room couch.She threw open all the curtains, letting lamp and moonlight stream in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The living room was brightly lit. Emily turned on her phone's flashlight and searched every corner thoroughly. It was very tidy and clean, clearly just housecleaned by Donna Stone before leaving.How could there be rats in this

Odelia Cromwell, like a, bid farewell to the two with the reverence of a devout follower watching their depart before turning to speak to Emily. "You shouldn't be out if you're sick. Look at your face, as pale as a ghost." She deliberately shrugged her shoulders as she spoke, swinging the purse on her arm before Emily's eyes. "Wow, Odelia, your bag is so beautiful," Emily remarked, as expected. Eager to return and speak with Emily, Devin casually replied, "If you like it, let Elton buy you one too. It's getting late; let's talk more when we return." Before Elton could respond, Odelia Cromwell interjected, "What are you saying, Dad! This is a Hermes limited edition, the only one in the world, right here with me. Where would my brother find another?" Devin was momentarily at a loss for words. "You're such a spendthrift." Emily sneered inwardly. After two years, Odelia remained the same brainless, vain, and superficial fool. Parading around with a fake bag so boldly. She knew it

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside an inconspicuous hotel. Peering out, Emily asked, "We're going this far for breakfast?"  "Mhm." Murray slapped her bottom. "Get out." She was exasperated with him. Entering the hotel hand in hand, she shook his off. "Aren't you afraid of being seen?" "Members only. No random riffraff. No need to worry." Murray slipped his arm around Emily's neck. Unable to break free, she was dragged into the elevator. After eating in the room, Murray insisted on bathing together. "Mr. Gibson, shouldn't you pace yourself? I'm afraid you'll be drained lifeless."  "I never realized you were this kind of person; all you think about is sex. Simply frightening." Murray hugged himself in mock fear as if Emily was some perverted woman. Emily couldn't help but laugh at his reversal of roles. "Fine, if you dare touch me today, you're a dog." "Less nonsense, get in here."