All Chapters of Marrying the Ex Uncle: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Quinn's POVI kept my eyes straight on the road, restricting myself from glancing over at Amanda, lest I see the tears pooling in her eyes. She, in turn, kept her eyes glued to the window, avoiding my gaze as much as possible. An unusual silence hung in the air between us, neither of us bothering to break it. For some reason I couldn't place my finger on it, I was pissed. Again, I wasn't exactly sure what was making me so angry. All I knew was that it was uncomfortable seeing Amanda in this situation. I wrote it off as annoyance at her cries. That's all it was. So why did I have this overwhelming urge to protect her and stop the tears she desperately tried to hide? My jaw clenched as I redirected my eyes to the road. No. I didn't give a fuck about her. Our contract marriage had nothing to do with her money. My only work there was to clear their debts and then pay Amanda for the job. Who cares if it brought tension between mother and daughter? It was none of my business. She could cry

Amanda's POVI was still staring down at my body in surprise. Did I sleep so deeply that I didn't remember changing out of my dress? No, that wasn't possible. "I see, you two had some fun, huh?" Vanessa asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "No! It's not what you think, I swear. Nothing happened between us."Vanessa only laughed like she didn't believe me, and I wanted to slap myself for blushing so much. "I'm serious. Nothing happened.""Then why are you wearing his shirt? And how don't you remember changing into it? That's weird if you ask me. Unless, you were so exhausted after you two had sex that you didn't remember."My eyes widened and I quickly reduced the volume of my speaker. "Vanessa!" I hissed. "What is your problem? You know Quinn is still in this house now right? What if he hears you saying this nonsense. We did not have sex. We didn't.""Hmph, if you say so. Fine, I believe you. But don't act like having sex with that delicious hunk of a man is a bad idea."I roll

Quinn's POVAs soon as the new day dawned and everything important was done with, I dressed up to leave. I had been discreetly observing Amanda since we got back from her mother's house yesterday to see how her mood was progressing. And when she'd barged into my room last night, I couldn't help but feel relieved to see her back to her normal self. I still had no idea why I'd been so bothered about her silence and tears yesterday, why my chest had tightened at the sight of her discomfort. It was unusual. Why…No. I shook the thoughts off. There was no need to dwell on that right now. I waved it off as concern for our contract arrangement and nothing more. If she wasn't in the best mood or if her head wasn't in the right place, she wouldn't do a satisfactory job, and that would be a waste of my money. Yes, that's why I was so bothered. With that, I tossed the thoughts aside and put on my suit jacket. Glancing briefly in the mirror, I ran a comb through my hair, and then sprayed a spla

Amanda's POVAs I walked down to the conference room with my head held high and my face straight to exude confidence lest anyone questioned me, I knew I was treading on thin ice. Quinn had made it very clear that he did not want me there. And no matter how much of an asshole he could be, he was still the CEO of this company, and disobeying him might come with consequences. But I clenched my teeth and repeated my mantra in my head. I did not care. Whatever Quinn did, whatever he threatened to do. I did not care. Why should I? He seemed to have a problem with everything I did, so this would just be another one of those things. I didn't understand why he was so against me being at the meeting. Was it his way of infuriating me? Or did he really think my presence there would be useless? Either way it was pissing me off. How was he sure about that? Fine, I didn't have a lot of experience with Investments, business meetings and the likes, but I'd done my fair share of research, and was int

Amanda's POVUh oh. That was my first thought when Quinn ordered Logan and the other directors to leave. I mentally prepared myself for his scolding because I knew there was no way he would let what I did slide. Knowing Quinn, he was seconds away from throwing me out himself when I'd asked Marcus Thompson for an audience to speak. I swallowed hard, trying to remain composed, at least outwardly. Inside I was still trembling. But it wasn't from fear of Quinn. Far from it actually. I was happy and excited because not only had Mr Thompson complimented me on my good business mind, he also agreed to invest ten million dollars into the company! That was amazing, and much more than I could have ever imagined. If we weren't in a corporate serious environment I probably would have screamed for joy. It was a relief that I hadn't actually made the wrong move. When I first had the idea, I wasn't sure whether to speak up. But I had studied all these documents weeks before in order to monitor the