All Chapters of Falling For Mr King: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Marie's eyes fastened on Steven King as she held on his hand. Why did she feel so dizzy? Was she recovering from a hangover? Why did her head hurt so much?Steven King was looking at her with more warmth than he ever had. He came closer to her and held her hands. He was saying something but Marie couldn't pick out what he was saying. She hoped he wasn't about to ask her for anything relating to work. Where was her cell phone? Where was Sandra? Where was she? She willed herself to get up but it seemed her body had a mind of its own.A man in a doctor's uniform rushed into the room with two nurses. Was she in a hospital?Why couldn't she say anything? She wanted to speak but suddenly felt very drowsy. Maybe she would get the chance to ask her questions later, for now, she felt very very sleepy.She woke up to someone holding her hand. It was her boss, Steven King. Why was he so suddenly warm towards her ? The king of coldness and dismissiveness was clasping her hand as though she was h

Steven picked up the cell phone and held it against his ear.“I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. King. Cadence's funeral is next week Thursday. I thought you'd want to attend?”Did he have the right to attend Cadence's funeral? Wasn't she dead because of him?“Hello Mrs. Steele. I'm incredibly honored that you thought to invite me. Of course I'll be there.”“Great. I’ll text you the details once finalized.” She said“Alright.”“And Mr. King?”“Yes, Ma’am?”“I knew what my daughter did for a living, Mr. King. Don't be hard on yourself.”Steven couldn't speak past the lump in his throat till Mrs Steele hung up. He hadn't been friends with Cadence but had actually liked her. It hurt him that he hadn't gotten the opportunity to know her better before she died. He was determined to make sure Mrs. Steele was comfortable for the rest of her life, he only hoped she was willing to take his help. He laid back down and covered the pillow over his head.The next morning, Steven had a cup of coffee and

Light’s infiltration into the room forced Marie's eyelids open as she saw Steven King sitting across from her working on his laptop. The man was literally always working, and many times that meant she had to work as well. He winked at her and Marie felt her heart skip a bit. Since when did the dashing Steven King pay her more than a passing glance. Marie suddenly wished she had a brush to make herself look more presentable. He grinned, revealing a perfect set of pearly white teeth.“You're awake. Did you get enough rest?” He askedShe tried to speak but found herself nodding instead. How could she be flustered by his nearness even in this state?He leaned forward and placed his hand on her forehead. What was he doing? She obviously didn't have a temperature.“Steven?” She asked“Yes, Marie.”“What happened to me? Why am I in a hospital bed?”“I don't know if you're ready for the full story, Marie but what I can tell you is that you were involved in a ghastly accident.”“What do you me

“Sandra!” Marie squealed as her best friend wrapped her hands around her. Three years or not, her best friend was still one of the best-looking women she had ever seen in her life.“Look at you. Fresh out of a coma and still stunning.”“Please, tell me you brought a brush and a mirror. I can't imagine how I look.”“You know I've always got you, babe.” Sandra said as she rummaged through her purse and fetched a small mirror and a brush.Marie gasped as she looked at herself. Sunken eyes rested on white cheeks that looked like their color had been sucked out through a straw.“Come on, babe. It's not so bad.”“Not so bad? I look like a mummy!” Marie exclaimed. She grabbed the bed frame and tried to stand up and fell back on the bed.“Babes. What are you doing? Are you trying to have a relapse?”“I’m trying to stand, Sandra. Why can't I get up?” Marie exclaimed, exhaling.“Marie. Please, stop it. If you keep doing that, I'm going to call Steven into the room.” Sandra said, waving a perfec

Steven tried to stop the sobbing sound from making it past his throat as the last thing he wanted to do was disrupt Marie's rest, but he was just so tired. He felt a light touch on his hair at first, and then a deliberate fondling of his curls.“You have such gorgeous hair, Steven.”A teary laugh tore out of Steven as he tried to look up at her.“Thank you, Marie. Glad to know some things haven't changed.”“What do you mean?”“Well, you love my hair. You called it gorgeous, too.”“Oh, I've always loved your hair,” Her eyes flickered across his chest as she said,“And other parts of you, too.”Steven beamed as he looked at her.“Why were you crying just now?” She asked, a concerned expression on her face. That was typical Marie, no matter what she was going through, she always found a way to act like everyone else's discomfort mattered.“Nothing for you to worry about.” He said, trying to stand. She gripped him on his wrist,“Come on, Steven. I’m not that fragile. I can handle the trut