All Chapters of Falling For Mr King: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Steven glanced at his watch as the preacher delivered his sermon. Thirty minutes earlier, he had met Cadence’s mother and had been astonished at the warmth the woman had shown him. During the drive here, he had expected a lot of reactions but was pleasantly surprised when Mrs Steele recognized him at once and hugged him.Steven glanced at the clock as the preacher stood aside for Mrs Steele to take the podium. She said a few words, teared up and started to speak again.Steven listened as she spoke about Cadence; the happy times, the sad times and the times she wished she had left Cadence in the hospital when she was still a baby. She laughed at that point and the whole church erupted in laughter. Steven found it admirable that someone who had lost her only daughter could still find a way to make herself and others laugh. He looked to his left and found Zed Norton sitting a few paces away from him. He nodded discreetly, glad that someone else from the office had shown up.After the cer

“Steven, you're scaring me. Stop pacing.” Marie whispered as he let out a string of expletives and rummaged his hand through his hair. If what the video alleged was true, that woman had a lot of nerve coming down here.“Well, pacing won't help. Why do you think Sandra would have tried to harm me?It makes no sense.”“I don't know if she tried to harm you or not, Marie. But she needs to explain why she didn't disclose that you had actually gotten so close to her house.”“Okay. Well, she's on our way. Can you calm down? I don't want you blazing guns the minute she walks through the door.”“Fine!” He said as he plopped on the chair beside the bed.A sound from Marie's cell phone beeped as she picked up the phone and glanced at the caller ID.“It's Sandra. She's pulling in.”“Great. You stay here. I want to confront her myself, catch her off guard before she has a chance to formulate a story.”“Listen to yourself, Steven. You're talking about my best friend. I’m sure this is some giant mis

“Thought I'd find you here.” James said as he held out a beer to Steven.“Go away. I don't want to talk right now.” Steven said, as he made to get up.“Sit back down, City Boy. We both know I'm not going back to the house until you spill about what's bugging you.”“I don't want to talk about it.”“You're moping about, spreading gloom to everyone and you claim nothing is wrong?”Steven sighed and bent his head between his knees. James clutched his shoulder and asked,“Come on City Boy, talk to me. What's wrong?”Where could he start from? He had no idea how James was going to react when he told him the full news. He decided to start out with the good news.“So, Marie's memory isn't back.”“Ah. I see that. She didn't even remember that I was the light of her life.”Steven barely cracked a smile before he continued.“She doesn't remember anything about our relationship and our marriage. She had started to hint at moving out and figuring out her feelings. I was devastated when she suggest

Steven sighed as he walked into his closet. He was about to pick out a shirt to wear when his eye caught on Marie's lacy nightie. He grabbed it and inhaled it, smiling as he did so. He was so engrossed in the experience that he didn't realize when the door opened and Marie walked in.“What are you doing?” She asked, her brows raised in askance.“I was just clutching on to my precious memories of you in this.” He said as he held it to her face. Marie looked at the nightie blankly before a gasp escaped her lips. She closed her eyes, buckled under her knees and would have fallen if he hadn't gotten to her in time.“I… I've seen that before. I have a memory of it.”“This?” Steven asked, his eyes widening as he waited for her to continue.“Yes. I remember Sandra wearing it.” Marie responded as she closed her eyes.“Wait, what do you mean you remember?”“Yes, that lacy nightie you're wearing, it belongs to Sandra. Just now, I remember. She was wearing it in the house, pacing and making me n

“Slow down, Smith. What do you mean you’ve been shot? We had a deal.”“Yeah. No shit. At no point did we discuss me taking a bullet for you in all of these. I'm happy to help you since you're paying so well but I draw the line at losing my life, Steven. My bloody shoulder is in agony right now.”“How can you drive if your shoulder has been shot?”“What? You think this is my first rodeo? Of course I didn't go alone. If I did, you probably would have been called to come pick up my corpse.”Steven doubted the cops would have called him to come collect the body of a hardened criminal but this was hardly the time to present facts to Smith.“Look, Smith. I'm glad you're okay but you owe me info still. Figure out a way to get it to me or you're on your way to jail, Man.” Steven said before hanging up the phone. He flushed the toilet and walked out of it even though he hadn't used it to throw Marie off his scent.“Who's on his way to jail?” She asked the minute he emerged from the bathroom.