A Mommy for Christmas のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Chapter 32: Unexpected KissKathleen’s P.O.V“This…is how you really kiss.”Before I could understand what he was saying, Arthur pulled me close and crashed his lips onto mine.To say that I was caught off-guard…would be an understatement.Arthur’s lips were soft and wet and they moved against mine, a touch so tender that it sent shivers up my spine.I felt myself melting into the kiss, letting myself get lost in the moment. It was as if everything else faded away, and there were only the two of us. Everything happened so fast, like a scene from a movie, and I didn't see it coming. Another taste of Arthur's lips was all I needed for Christmas and even though he claimed not to like Christmas, he had granted my wish unknowingly.I felt his hand on my cheek, cradling me almost tenderly, while his other hand went down my body to rest on my waist…as he jerked me forwards, so that I landed flat against his chest, a small gasp escaping my lips when I found my body pressed up against his.Ta

Chapter 34: Personal Christmas TreeKathleen’s P.O.VThe morning sun streamed through my window, illuminating my bedroom with a warm, golden glow. I could feel the rays of light dancing across my face, and waking me from my slumber.I was glad to be finally awake, which meant that I had at least slept at little bit last night. However, the night in general had been a whole different story.I had tossed and turned most of the night, unable to escape the thoughts that swirled around in my head. My mind kept replaying the events of day, the feelings of confusion and guilt still lingering in my heart.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push the memory away; it was like a stain that would not fade. I could feel the exhaustion weighing down on me, my body aching for rest. But my mind refused to let me sleep, consumed by the events of the day before, and images of Arthur’s lips on mine…his hands on my waist.As I opened my eyes, I saw the world outside my window come to life; the soft mo

Chapter 36: A New FriendKathleen’s P.O.VI quickly turned around to find a woman with long blonde hair and green eyes eavesdropping on our conversation.She looked stunning, with her angular facial structure and her soft cheekbones and natural blonde locks framing her face as she smiled angelically at me and Hayley. She wore a simple black dress that clung to her curves, accentuating her natural beauty. Her skin was simply flawless, with a light golden hue to it. Her hair was perfect, styled in a pony tail, and gelled at the right place. Her makeup was minimal, but complementary. Allowing her features to shine through. She seemed like a character from a movie. And somehow, it felt like I had met her before…which was simply impossible.But as much as I appreciated her input on our conversation…I didn’t exactly know her, so a stranger to suddenly be close to Hayley caused alarm bells to go off in my head…especially when I saw her slowly approaching Hayley and bending down to whisper in

Chapter 38: Sudden Turn of EventsKathleen’s P.O.VHayley and I got home by five thirty and headed for the games room immediately.Chef Koko, who had been setting the dining table when we walked in, came to check what had happened. He walked over to the games room behind us, probably wondering what all the boxes were about as Gerald helped carry them for us."What are you both up to? I haven't seen you two the whole day." He looked at us curiously, smiling briefly at Hayley.This evening, he seemed to be in a better mood and from the way he was smiling and asking me questions, I guess I could say that the cold war between us was over. In all honesty, I think the only reason why he had been so tight lipped that day was because Hayley had asked me to cook for her, and maybe somehow, it had been like an indirect insult to him, who had been cooking in the Dalton mansion for almost five years.Hayley and Gerald were already busy with the wrappers and taking care of all the stuff we had bou

Chapter 40: Irreplaceable Arthur’s P.O.V The room was dimly lit by the light of a single bulb. I sat on my usual position, gazing out through the window and into the distance of the darkness. Despite all I had. Wealth, influence and fame. I was lonely and with no companion. She and I had built this together, all of it. But she was not here to watch me be the successful man she always knew I was going to be. It seemed as though my wealth and success brought me nothing but loneliness. Over a decade ago, Sophia and I used to sit on this spot and look out through that window, smiling at sight of birds and butterflies that would flutter around. That window has an excellent view of my garden, and this used to be Sophia's favourite room in the entire house. On days it would be too hot to go out in the sun, she would sit here all day and enjoy the view. Everything about her was beautiful and every moment we shared was golden. I still missed the way she looked, the way she spoke, the wa