All Chapters of THE WIFE'S GAMBIT: CONTRACT MARRIAGE : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lenora's Pov:“Don’t come closer to me!” I barked and scampered away from him.“Get over yourself, what in your empty head do you think is about to happen here?” Richard inquired, arching an eyebrow and shaking his head in mockery."A-am I wrong?” My brows snapped together as I asked, lowering my defense.“Why would you think I want to have anything to do with you?” He hissed, and I watched as he brought out a first-aid kit from beneath the bed.He pulled my arm closer and looked closely at my cut. He was only trying to treat my wound, but for some reason my mind flew to something far, well always expect the worst when you deal with men.I became dumbfounded as I couldn't find words to utter, and my face flushed with embarrassment. Why would I have thought of something that crazy in the first place?I watched him pull out a tube of ointment from the kit, squeeze a little amount on his index finger, and apply it to my wound.I winced as the ointment stung my wound. I tried to pull my a

Lenora's Pov:I found his words sending me back.I gulped down my empty throat and looked at Richard, who had no smile on his face. The real reason I was here wasn’t to work as the assistant director of operations for the house of Osvaldo, not to be his pretend wife and impress his mother, but to give him an heir.“Isn’t that what you always wanted?” His voice jolted me out of my thoughts.“W-what do you mean?” I stammered.“I mean, you have always been eager to have the child and leave.”“Us… about the contract, I am supposed to have a kid, remember?” Richard said, trying to mimic me, reminding me of the day I talked about him not making a move on me to get an heir right in this study room.I felt a bit embarrassed, remembering the day.“I remembered, you don’t have to remind me of the details.” I rolled my eyes slightly at him.“I’m just trying to remind you and be nice.” He mumbled“Nice, my foot.” I scoffed, my annoyance evident.“Do you really want me to have the heir and just go

Lenora's Pov:I am well aware of the terms of our contract, and I don’t think I would be so dumb to reveal them to a third party, not even to the doctor I'll be meeting for the very first time. The journey from home to the clinic didn’t take more than an hour. The latest Rolls-Royce entered the building and pulled up in the garage. Richard stepped out of the car first, and I got down after him after adjusting the buckle of my heels.“Good day. We would like to see Dr. Mila,“ Richard stated the moment we approached the receptionist's counter.The nurse at the reception immediately adjusted her clothes after seeing Richard. A big smile appeared on her lips.“Mr. Osvaldo? The same Mr. Osvaldo of the house of Osvaldo.” She gasped, asking in a tiny and feigned melodious voice. She must have recognized Richard at first glance.“Yes, I’m here to see Dr. Mila.” Richard responded, and the excitement was written more clearly all over her face. She leaned over the appointment book on the count

Lenora's Pov:My attention turned to Richard who gave me an unexpected apology. Richard knew she was going to cause a fuss. He didn’t want a scene especially not in public, which is why he decided to end the whole thing with my apology and keep Tara’s mouth shut. Strangely, I let go of my resentment, and my rage melted away.I stared out the window, admiring the morning landscape and life that went on and about it.“Let’s head to a breakfast joint to make up for my mistake.” Richard said, breaking the deafening silence between us.I turned to him, stunned. At first, it was his weird ass apology, and now he's asking us to go have breakfast. Is this a trap? Did I miss something?“I’m good, it’s okay.” I mumbled and looked away again.“Take us to my favorite breakfast joint.” He instructed the chauffeur who nodded in response.Didn’t I just decline his offer?“I thought I made it clear that I wasn’t interested.” I mumbled, scrunching my brows in annoyance. “Well, I'm famished, and I'm

Lenora's Pov:Nervously, I turned to the direction of Richard’s study room, but I didn’t want to be bothered by my thoughts. I adjusted to my seat and tried to concentrate on my work, but I couldn’t. I dropped my laptop on the sofa in anger and turned to the direction which Richard and Tara had exited. The two had been behind closed doors for hours in the name of a meeting and I began to wonder what on earth they were really doing.Standing up, I moved towards the room. Quietly, tip-toeing to the door, careful not to make any noise. I leaned forward to the door and pressed my ears against the door, hoping to hear a sentence or more of their conversation inside.I could hear muffled voices from inside, but they weren’t clear enough. I began to get more curious about their conservation. I wanted to ignore my stupid curiosity and leave, but I couldn’t. The memory of the night of the party— meeting Tara naked on Richard who was drunk as hell— came back to my mind. What kind of trick is T