All Chapters of Taming My Cold Husband : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Leslie’s brows pinched together as she turned around and found Daniel standing upright, clutching her arms fiercely.“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” His eyes were still red from all the drinking, but his words weren’t as slurred as before. *Was he faking?* Leslie thought as her eyes narrowed in suspicion.“Let go of my hand!” She struggled, but his grip was vice-like. He sneered and swung the door shut. Leslie’s chest tightened.“What is the meaning of this nonsense, Daniel?” she yelled.Daniel sneered. “Oh, Leslie, don’t act like you don’t want this too. I know you want me. Deep down, you still love me, right?” he said in a deranged manner.Leslie’s eyes bulged in realization. *Oh god, I shouldn’t have come here.* She attempted to kick him in the groin, but he swiftly dodged and slammed her against the wall instead.“I’ll make you mine once again, my Leslie.”………**10 Minutes Earlier**Back in Blackwood Industries, Julian kept feeling restless. The pen he held in his left han

Julian was on a call with Phillip, but when he noticed Leslie’s horrified expression, he ended the call immediately and rounded the small wooden table.“Leslie, what’s the matter? Why do you look so pale?”“Julian, s-something is wrong… the hospital… we need to get to the hospital immediately!,” she yelled.Julian pulled her up. “It’s okay, we’ll be there. Don’t panic. Who was on the phone?”Even in his soft embrace, Leslie couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong. “It was S-Samantha on the call. She didn’t give me much detail, but I just have this… sinking feeling. We need to get to the hospital, please!.”“I’ll get us there. Just sit down and have some water.” He poured a glass for her and handed her the cup, then rushed to the cockpit and ordered the driver to return them to shore.—------At the Hospital*Reaching the hospital half an hour later, Leslie practically ran to her dad’s ward but was denied access.“What do you mean I can’t go in? My dad’s in the

Julian frowned in his sleep as his hands moved over the bed, searching for Leslie's soft figure to cradle. He opened his eyes slowly and sighed—she wasn't in bed… again. Knowing exactly where to find her, he threw on a T-shirt, his muscular biceps straining against the fabric as he walked out all the way to the back of the manor. There she was, on the huge bench under the red oak tree, looking at the lake silently. The sun had just risen, giving her fair, spotless skin a sheen of golden hue that made Julian think she was just an illusion—a beautiful angel walking among mortals. He took in her expression and felt heartache. She'd been like that all week. It had been a week since Gregory was flown out to India, a week since she'd touched her paintbrush, a week since she started spending her mornings by this quiet lake, and a week since she'd smiled at him genuinely. She was here, always, but he missed her terribly. She wasn't herself, and Julian thought of himself as a failure—he could

Wrapped up in Julian's embrace with nothing but his huge t-shirt on, Leslie sighed, the delicious, satisfying ache between her legs sending tiny ripples of pleasure up her spine. "He left me a letter," she suddenly said, raising her eyes to his, catching him staring down at her like she was the most precious thing in his world. She crimsoned. "My dad left me a letter.""What did it say?" He cooed softly. She repeated most of the contents to him and smiled to herself. "I almost gave up everything because of my grief. Stupid of me, right?" He pecked her softly on the lips. "Don't use such words on yourself, Les. Everyone handles pain differently, and I'm glad you're back to your normal self now. Don't let his faith in you dwindle."Unexpectedly, Julian's stomach grumbled. He smirked at Leslie, completely unashamed. "Now that I've eaten, it's time to eat."Leslie flushed beet red all over. "Julian!" she whisper-yelled. "You're so crude these days."He simply laughed and rolled out

The restaurant Vanessa chose was an upbeat, trendy place in town known for their famous crème brûlée and overly priced “chow meins.” Typical Vanessa, Leslie thought as she and Betty walked into the restaurant."Woah, this place smells rich and annoying," Betty said, scrunching her nose."I know, but put on your best fake smiley face, okay?" Leslie soothed, giggling.They spotted Vanessa and Alexander right away—well, maybe because Vanessa's dress was shining like a freaking chandelier. She literally stood out like a sore thumb. She’d changed her dress; that was the first thing Leslie noticed as her brows briefly tightened before they relaxed.Betty nudged her shoulder and whispered to her as they neared, "Sheesh,s that her over there? why is she dressed like she’s out for a gala? Or am I missing something here?"That made Leslie giggle. "I think this is her own way of dressing. Don’t think too much.""What would you call this 'style' though? 'Lay me on the table and fuck me?'" Leslie