Taming My Cold Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Alexander opened his eyes slowly and sat up on his king-sized bed, a wave of dizziness crashing over him as he held his head with both hands. He'd gone out with Vanessa the previous night, and they'd partied way too much, like they always did. "Arrgh, fuck, I hate these terrible hangovers," he muttered. He got up, still wobbly, as he walked towards the bathroom. Sniffing his shirt, his nose crinkled. "Man, I stink. I didn't even take a shower last night." Splashing water on his face and taking his toothbrush out, he brushed his teeth and took a bath. Walking out of the bathroom, he held onto his head again and complained, "Ugh, I think I need hangover soup or something. Or maybe I just need a smoke." He opened a drawer and took out a packet of cigarettes. Walking to the balcony, he took a seat on a lounge chair and took a deep breath, the summer sun on his face and the wind slapping against his face. He was about to light a cigarette when a call came in. Dropping the cigarette bac

It had been two days since the accident at the warehouse, and the Pattersons were furious—very furious. The news about the arson on the warehouse had spread quickly–too quickly, and they had demanded an emergency board meeting. The conference room was suffocating; the huge walls and high ceilings seemed to enclose on some board members making them claustrophobic.The tension was so strong that it could be chopped with a knife. The deafening silence only heightened the possible danger looming in the air. The cold air did nothing to deter from the perspiration on people's foreheads"Can you explain the meaning of this, Mr. Blackwood?" Eric Patterson with his reddened face and clenched fists was the first to speak, trying to control his rage. Seated at the left side of the long conference table along with his identical twin brother, Edward, he eyed Julian suspiciously. "How is it that such a huge accident happened, and we weren't even aware of it until we heard it on the news?" he barke

The sounds of birds chirping and bright rays of sunlight spilling in through the windows made Julian reluctantly peel his eyes open.“Huh, this isn't my room. It's too bright”, he noted and sleepily tried to find his phone. He also felt a dull throb in his right arm and looked down. A look of recognition dawned on him as he was faced with a sleeping Leslie, the events of last night slowly re-registering in his head. He was now on her bed, in her sheets, spooning her, with her lovely curves and soft backside rubbing against his raging morning wood. He stiffened and tried distancing himself a little, only for Leslie to push backward against him.He let out a silent groan. “Oh, fuck, this is pure torment”. But that wasn't what bewildered him; it was the fact that he managed to get a wink of sleep last night. His insomnia was nothing new to him—getting a solid three-hour sleep each night was the only thing that kept him going. He was even more shocked because he was always unable to get

Leslie looked up at the sound of the voice and saw Vanessa strutting towards her with a big smile on her face. She wore a floral bustier top and a short black mini tulip skirt that displayed her curves. Her hair was styled in a beachy style, and when she leaned down for a hug—which caught Leslie by surprise—Leslie had to bite down on her tongue to stop herself from choking from the overpowering stench of her perfume “sheesh did she spray the whole bottle on" Leslie thought."Hi Vanessa, welcome," Leslie said warmly. "What brings you here?""Why, am I not welcome here?" Vanessa quirked a brow."N-no, that's not what I meant—""Relaxing, Leslie. I'm just messing with you," Vanessa jested and grinned widely. "Why are you still having breakfast at this hour?" Vanessa inquired."Well, we slept in, so…" Leslie responded and trailed off."We? Yeah, Julian and I slept in.""Hmm, that's unlike Julian," Vanessa said with more bite in her words than necessary.Leslie looked up at her, and Vaness

It had been a week since the board meeting with the Pattersons, and everything had been going smoothly at the office. It was lunch time already, but Julian, as busy as ever, was hunched over a pile of reports that needed review. Another heap was dumped on the table. He furrowed his brows and looked up at Philip."There's more? I thought this was the last batch?""He he, sorry sir," Philip chuckled nervously. "These are the papers from Baseline Constructions. You ordered me to bring them in this morning. I just finished adding the finishing touches and it needs your approval."Julian nodded and straightened in his chair, rolling his stiff shoulders in the process. "I gave you an assignment concerning Mr. Marcus. What are the latest reports?" Julian questioned, dropping the pen in his hands and folding his arms."I've been on the case, sir. Mr. Marcus has been absent from work for 5 days now. No one has been able to get through to him. He's a widower, so his only family is his 20-year-