Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling for My Contract Lover: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Emily and Moira, hand in hand, carefully climbed the rocky slope, bypassing the waterfall to spot two enormous boulders stacked together. The muffled sounds of a man and woman intertwined in passion emanated from a crevice on the left side of the rocks. Emily glanced back at the flowing water, surmising its sound had masked their approach, leaving the couple unguarded in their intimacy. Moira, silent, gestured for Emily to move closer. Emily's heart raced with the taboo excitement of encroaching upon someone else's privacy. Moving at a snail's pace, Emily was suddenly pulled forward by an impatient Moira. Nearing the rocks, Emily pointed upward, and Moira nodded. They stealthily climbed atop the large boulder, using tree branches to obscure their presence. Their vantage point perfectly shielded them from the couple's view while granting them a clear sight. On the rough stone surf

Without hesitation, Emily rubbed her face against his arm and chuckled softly, "I know." She heard his declaration of affection as calmly as if he were merely stating a preference for a dish, for she had heard these words from him not so long ago and had already responded in kind. Murray paused for a moment, as if understanding her thoughts, and let out a resigned chuckle before adding, "Before, it was a physical attraction; now, it's emotional. Do you think they're the same?" Emotional attraction? Was this a confession? Emily reached out to touch his forehead, checking for a fever. When she found none, she wondered if he was just being playful due to the day's stresses. Steady now, don't panic. Emily's eyes flickered with thought, and she pulled his hand to her chest, "See, just a few words from you, and my heart beats like this. You can

Stacey couldn't accept Murray's answer. She grabbed her wine glass, took a large gulp, and then asked the question she most desperately needed an answer to: "Who is the person you like?" Murray paused for a moment, then said indifferently, "She prefers to keep it private for now. When she's ready, I'll let you know." Stacey's heart had never felt as sour as it did then. Murray was that kind of person; when he chose to care for someone, he could offer boundless tolerance and affection. He had been like that with her once. Now, all that love belonged to another woman, and Stacey felt a jealousy she had never known. She stared at Murray, convinced he had turned to someone else because of her hesitation. She couldn't believe he could just let go of so many years of feelings. She resolved to win back Murray's heart. Unaware of Stacey's thoughts, Murray believed he had clarified his feelings, and there wou

Throughout the afternoon, Emily's mood was somber, reflecting on the challenges of being a professional woman. She found dividing her attention between work and appeasing her boyfriend annoying. Sometimes, she thought, being just a casual fling was simpler than being a girlfriend. "What's wrong? You seem upset," the stunning woman inquired, leaning close to Emily. Frustrated, Emily retorted, "Why do you keep watching me?" The woman smiled slyly, "I've been around the entire three dining area floors. Many beautiful women are in the company, but you're the only one who could be my rival. But since you have a boyfriend, I'm relieved." Emily, puzzled, looked at her questioningly. The woman leaned in and whispered, "I didn't join Bucapital for the job. I came here to find a man." Emily didn't need her to specify; it was obvious she meant Murray. Life was hard enou

"Mr. Gibson, may I have the pleasure of your company for a drink?" Humphrey selected a bottle of 1990 Château Lamy's Grand Cru from the liquor cabinet. The waiter approached, taking the bottle to prepare it for decanting. Murray offered a faint smile and glanced at his wristwatch. "I'm afraid I'm otherwise engaged today." "Oh, come off it. Humphrey has even shared drinks with the president. How can he not be good enough for you?" Francis chimed in. Though Francis came from a wealthy family, he was tightly controlled by them and wasn't extravagantly rich. Since Humphrey's return, he had become Francis's cash machine, supplying him with an endless stream of beauties for amusement. He couldn't bear to see Humphrey unhappy, pretending not to notice. Murray shot him a cold glance and said nothing, stepping forward to pull Stacey away. "Let's go home." Stacey