All Chapters of 100 Nights Contract with Mr.CEO: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ashley's POV:I stand in my room, staring at the clothes hanging in the large white wardrobe which contains all the fancy dresses and clothes that I don't wear in my daily life. I’ve got to pick something for tonight, and fingers hurriedly push a series of hangers to one side, these dresses are out of the running. Nothing seems quite right, it's either too casual, too formal, too revealing, too ballroom-ey… until I stop at one I almost forgot I had. It’s an old dress, pastel green, bought for a party thrown by Aunt Claire that we never ended up going to. I almost snort at the memory of how disappointed I felt back then, but now I’m just glad that I found it.I pull it out and survey it up close. The corset is strapless, with a draping detail and a sweetheart neckline that looks sophisticated. The skirt is smooth silk over a layer of tulle, giving it a gentle flow that’s neither body-fitted nor overly fluffy. It has a matching chiffon scarf, which gives the perfect finishing touch.

Ethan's POV:I'm still here, waiting inside a cafe for Emily to walk into the flower shop in front of it, any moment now… except, there has been absolutely no sign of her coming here today.God is definitely testing my patience! Otherwise, there is no way in hell that she has suddenly stopped visiting the flower shop, for the sake of which I have almost become a regular in the worst coffee shop in the world. And while I don't fancy myself a connoisseur of coffee, I can say with absolute confidence that not just coffee, but every other thing also tastes disgusting!I don't know why Ashley likes the taste of this coffee and the desserts here; when all I have found is that every single item here is just directly dipped into the fountain of sugar– extra sweet!“Sir! Do you want something else?”The waiter asks, drawing my attention back to the coffee that is lying on the table, completely untouched.“No! Thank you, I would like the bill please.”I finally give up and stand from my place,

Ashley's POV:The whole car ride is like a journey to hell for me, but I somehow manage to keep my calm and maintain my composure.I know I need to let everything out of my heart, or the fire inside me is going to destroy everything around me… But as much as these feelings are suffocating me, I also know that I can't do anything right now… I have to wait till I reach a place of solitude and silence.Or else, the scream of my pain has the potential to deafen everyone, who might come in contact with it.I step into the house, thinking that loneliness will be the one to greet me… but to my surprise, Ethan's presence is the one to welcome me, accompanied by the sharp smell of alcohol. “Ash… Ashley… sweetheart! You know how special you are for me? Without you, I won't be able to find my love back… no back… yes back–”“Ethan!? You okay??Not really …I need…I need…”He stood up from the chair, grabbing the bottle from the counter with one swipe of his hand, and started to walk towards me w

Ashley's POV:I don't know how these ten days have passed by so quickly; today is the day of the press conference, and after this, the production will officially start on my dream project. It may seem like these days have passed without a hitch, but the reality couldn't be farther than this. Because there hasn't been a single day when I haven't waited for the unknown person, who has claimed the secrets behind my parents death… but there has clearly been no sign of any communication being established.Although I remember his words very clearly, that I should not make the mistake of texting him back or trying to call him, but still, I had tried once…only to find that the number does not even exist. This can't be real…not in any universe!I mean, how is it possible that the number through which I have received all these messages, has never been issued under anyone's name! And if this is indeed possible, then how did he contact me on that day… there isn't any way where I could be hall

Ethan's POV:Emily just smiles, her elbows folded on the table as she gazes at me with that familiar, disarming look. I search her eyes, trying to find the right words to bridge the gap that three years have mapped between the two of us. But before I can speak, the waiter steps up to our table, his presence bursting my bubble.“Good afternoon,” he begins, a polished tone in his voice. “Today’s specials include a roasted lamb with rosemary, a mushroom risotto, and brisquette with a lemon butter sauce—”I clear my throat, interrupting his spiel and wanting to get rid of him as soon as possible. “I’ll have an espresso, and for ma'am, get a mint iced tea and salmon fillet with its usual accompaniments. Oh, and also bring a side of sautéed bell peppers…”The waiter nods, jotting down our order, when a memory hits me unexpectedly: Ashley’s face, pale and panicked, the way she was gasping for breath… after stuffing those damn bell peppers into her face.My heart thuds harder against my ch