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All Chapters of Falling for My Contract Lover: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100
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"You too, betraying me!"
Murray entered the hall to find Emily slumped over the table, one hand clutching a wine bottle, the other pillowing her head, motionless as if passed out or asleep. Treading lightly, he approached her, his fingers gently brushing the long hair away from her face. Her delicate features were scrunched in discomfort, even her small nose wrinkled, as if she were still scolding him in her dreams. Murray couldn't help but find the scene amusing. Leaning over her, he observed her closely. She looked like a docile kitten in this state, a stark contrast to the vitriol she had spewed over the phone. Suddenly, Emily's petite nose twitched, her lips slightly parted as she unconsciously licked them, making a lazy murmur. This endearing sight softened Murray's heart, filling him with affection. He couldn't resist leaning down to gently kiss her lips. Startled by the kiss, Emily's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowl
Read more"What's wrong? You seem so troubled"
Murray stood motionless, letting her embrace his waist. He asks Malcolm, "Prepare the car." "Right away," Malcolm hurriedly. Soon he returned, "boss, the car is ready." Murray glanced at Emily and sighed helplessly, "Take her with us in the car." "Let me go! What are you trying to do?" Emily began to struggle. The two young servants dared not breathe, restraining her. She was drunk, making her movements sluggish. "Murray, you cur, where are you taking me? I won't go. I want to get out of the car. Let me go." Murray, sitting in the front, was already in excruciating pain, and her cursing only added to his headache. In a fit of anger, he shouted, "Stop the car!" The nanny's car screeched to a halt. They were in a transition area between the villa and the city, with no villages ahead or stores behind.
Read more"Get ready, shall we?"
Emily didn't feel like talking with him. "Got dumped by a sugar daddy?" "Bullied by someone?" Ronald then shook his head, "With your strength, you'd be the one bullying others. Who could bully you?" "So, why did you get drunk?" Ronald persisted. Emily, exasperated, replied offhandedly, "Aren't you angry that I beat up your bro?" Ronald leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs, with a mischievous smile, "Well, you're still my 'girlfriend'... For me, brothers are like clothes." "Get lost," Emily laughed despite herself. "I was just frustrated about getting rejected from a job." "That's it?" Ronald looked disappointed, expecting some juicy gossip. Emily stared at the ceiling, "You don't understand." Ronald offered her a cigarette, which she initially refused, but he insisted, placing it in her m
Read more"Should I drink this or not?"
"Good evening, everyone," Ronald greeted, kissing the room's occupants.Emily frowned slightly at his flamboyant entrance, feeling embarrassed.Sensing Ronald's growing exuberance, Emily stepped forward and discreetly pinched his arm. Ronald, snapping back to reality, wrapped an arm around her shoulder and guided her towards Murray.Murray sat with crossed legs and an expressionless face on the sofa. His chiseled features, highlighted under the flickering lights, appeared more profound than ever.Ronald pushed Emily gently towards Murray and leaned in, saying, "Emily wasn't in the best spirits yesterday and accidentally hurt you. She's in the wrong and is here to apologize. Let's put this behind us, shall we?"Murray remained seated, his gaze on his injured right hand, which cast a large shadow under his long eyelashes. It seemed like ages since Emily last saw him, with a strange sense of alienation in the air.Emily's eyes fell on his right
Read more"I won't, I just won't"
Stacey smiled and placed her hand over the rim of Murray's glass. "Of course not; you're already injured. Do you want to heal too quickly or something?" Murray lowered his eyelids slightly and raised his injured hand before Emily, shaking it slightly. "Did you hear that?" Emily bit her lip, unable to find the words. She had thought that by showing genuine remorse, Murray might be less angry considering her sincere apology. She hoped that if Murray was still willing to talk to her, there might be a chance to reconcile and potentially secure her position at Bucapital. Now, she wondered what she could do to gain his forgiveness. She turned to look for Ronald, hoping he would say something again, only to realize that he had disappeared. Jean had also stepped out to take a phone call. Now Emily stood alone in front of the sofa, ignored and without a seat.&
Read more"she had actually brought Sam along"
As she bent down to unbuckle his belt, her hair cascaded over her shoulders, revealing the delicate whiteness of her neck and the fine down that adorned it. The thought of her lips touching there, with their soft, tantalizing caress, made Murray's throat involuntarily tighten. Her fingers danced over his finely sculpted abs, her gaze unwavering, never crossing the line of propriety. Only her ears, flushed a bright red, betrayed her true feelings, making one believe she was otherwise completely unflustered. Murray turned his head, his lips curving into a smile. He waited as Emily stripped him down to his underwear, at which point everything naturally progressed towards the indescribable. They made love twice, once on the sofa and then in the bathroom. He have been satiated, his gaze upon Emily now laced with more tenderness than when he had arrived. She scoffed inwardly, recalling how he had claimed this tactic would grow
Read more"I disagree"
Murray stood amidst the crowd, clad in a sleek, charcoal-black outdoor jacket. If not worn well, such functional attire can appear unflattering, but on him, with his broad, straight shoulders, it looked exceptionally stylish. Among the group, he stood out as the most handsome and dashing, his allure only slightly marred by the cast on his right hand. If not for that, he would have looked even more strikingly noble. His soft and smooth bangs lay across his brows, occasionally lifted by his long, curling eyelashes. A gust of wind would playfully lift them, lending an extra charm to his serene eyes. There he stood, calmly observing Stacey and Sam approaching him, his expression as cool and detached as ever. Contrary to Emily's expectation of a dramatic showdown between rivals, no such scene unfolded. Even with the provocation right under her nose, she remained collected. Emily began to doubt whether Mur
Read more"Idiot"
"Do they even realize what kind of people they've brought along? If they've hired them, they should be prepared to play house. Why the pretense?" Emily thought, watching Stacey with an impassive face. "There are so many of us here, and it's not just up to you," Emily told Stacey. "Let's put it to a vote." She turned to the group. "For the decision to hire help, let's show our stance with a show of hands." Atwood immediately raised his hand in agreement as Emily finished speaking. Baird and Beau glanced at Murray, who stood aloof in the distance. Thought to themselves that they had already given Murray enough face by coming to this forsaken place; nobody wanted to suffer unnecessarily. They bit the bullet and raised their hands, "We agree too." Emily looked at Ronald, who hesitated, his eyes on Jean. Jean and Haley agreed, and Ronald, eager to please, quickly followed suit.
Read more"Shall we investigate who it is?"
When Stacey saw Murray stop, she asked, "What's wrong?" "Just tired, need to rest a bit," Murray responded dismissively. Seeing Stacey and the others preparing to stop, he added, "You go ahead." His tone was unusually cold and distant. Stacey was taken aback. The two 'darlings,' adept at reading the room, quickly stepped forward to pull Stacey along. "Let's go ahead. Mr. Gibson has an injury; he should rest." "I'll wait for you up ahead," Stacey said, her voice also cold, probably unaccustomed to Murray's attitude. As Emily and Moira approached, Murray stood by the path, holding a water bottle. Seeing them, he walked over and handed the bottle to Emily. "Help me open this." Moira, sensing something, smiled slyly. "I'll go find Atwood." Emily nodded. Once alone on the path, Murray reached for the z
Read more"I guess I've fallen for someone else"
Having selected the perfect spot for their camp, Jean seized the opportunity to confront Stacey. "What's the meaning of bringing him along?" "Are you not with Murray now? Why still entangle yourself with him?" Jean's tone was laden with accusation as she glared at Stacey. "If you wish to truly commit to someone, fidelity is fundamental." Stacey's eyes flickered a tinge of guilt in her voice. "I told him we'd cease our interactions. But he insisted that if I could help him get a feature in the Magazine, he'd leave me alone for good." Jean sighed, "Murray's affection for you is evident to us all these years. You must not betray him. Moreover, He's not the neglected Gibson boy he once was. Provoking him might bring calamity not just to you but to the Zechariah family as well." Stacey chuckled confidently. "No, Murray won't harm me. He's always listened to me ever since we were
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