Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

Everything is quiet except for the footsteps of Spencer. It sounds heavy against the floor, matching with the hammering beat of my heart. I found myself to be totally incapable of producing even just a single word after his ambiguous confession. He didn't stick around to oggle my reaction either. His hands are trembling as he brings them to his head to run them over his messy hair. The light is on right now. The room appears older than the building altogether as if someone forgot to take care of this room. But it isn't true. It is clean, obsessively so. However, it is old with the paint falling off the wall, the furniture looking ancient, which only consists of a bunker bed and a small closet.“Come on, take a seat.” He pats the place beside him as he takes a seat on the bed. It's like Spencer is a time bomb now. I'm afraid to approach him because I'm not sure when he is gonna explode. One moment, he is looking like the most pained person in the whole world, and the next moment, he i

“Where are you guys going?” Arin called after us just when we were about to get out through the door. I had to bite down my annoyance as I turned back to her. Arin was one of the very few people who were able to make me feel less angry and miserable. She was a good friend, like a sister I never had. Although I wanted to curse at her for ruining my plan, I held back my tongue. Hurting her was the last thing I wanted. I was already feeling guilty enough. “Jamie is taking me to the barber shop to get a new haircut so that I look good when people come to adopt someone!” Thomas's voice held so much excitement and innocence that it made me feel like the worst person on the planet. Maybe I was the worst person on the planet. “And then we are going to get some candy.” Arin turned her eyes to me, silently asking what's going on. “Who's paying?” She asked when I refused to say anything. “Look, Arin. Let us have one final evening together. We all know that he is getting adopted today.” I tr

While Spencer is gone to take the urgent phone call, my phone vibrates beside me. I let it ring, knowing it must be my mother asking for yet another favour. I was lucky to get my apartment to myself for a few days while I was dealing with the incident with Spencer. She went to a little staycation with her fiance before her big wedding, and of course she had to take her favourite daughter with her. Fortunately or unfortunately, I'm not the favourite daughter. When the phone rings again, I fish out the phone from my purse with an annoyed sigh. To my surprise, it's Owen who is calling. “What do you need, Owen?” I try to sound annoyed. “ A lawyer would be great. Thank you.” He sounds anything but kidding. And there it goes again. I thought I could get a moment of silence and peace after the storm I went through. Turns out, God doesn't want me to rest. Great. He must think I'm strong enough to handle all the problems he throws at me one after another. “What happened?” I ask as I gathe

“Up until now, I didn't even know your name, John. If you don't want to get your ass beaten and thrown in jail for assaulting someone, I suggest you pack your bag and get the hell out of my life because I swear to God if I see you even within 100 meters of my home, you are gonna regret ever knowing me.” It takes every bit of strength and willpower for me not to stutter, and I'm damn proud of it. Total silence embraces us following my outburst. I bet no one expected me to explode this way. Looking at the shocked face of everyone around, I can confirm it. However, it's not only surprise that's on their faces. When I look at Spencer, he gives me a subtle, proud smile. Relief starts to nest in my stomach, but I forgot my mother is in the same room. I forgot that as long as she is present, happiness and relief can't have the bravery to knock at my door. “Is that how you pay back your mother?” Her tone remorseful, cheeks full of crocodile tears. I fucking hate myself sometimes. I know wh

My mind is still racing. The place is quiet and yet I can hear all the bustling noises of the shady hospital where my mother dragged me to abort the child, I can still feel the pain in my belly. My hand instinctively flies towards my belly, rubbing it.“It's not as good as yours, but this ought to do.” Spencer's voice pulls me back from my dream world. “Huh?” I ask, confused. “Coffee.” He replies, pointing at the streaming cup on the table in front of me.“Oh.” I utter, “Thank you.” It seems like the total reversal of this evening. Huh. How can things change in such a small amount of time, huh? I didn't think I would be at the receiving end of his care so soon or at all. My eyes follow how he tries to draw out a smile to reassure me it's fine, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes. When he determines it's enough reassurance, he sets back towards the kitchen to cook God knows what. I finally did it. I kicked my mother out of my house. It took ages for me to do so, but I did it. I t