All Chapters of Falling For Mr King: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

“Riding in here as your wife feels so different from what I'm used to.” Marie said as Steven nibbled on her earlobe. If only she could remember the things they had done in the car.“Please, tell me we don't do this often in the office?” She asked in a breathy voice as Steven peppered her nose and cheeks with kisses.“Every chance we get.”“So how do I get any work done?” She asked, as she softly pushed him away from her body.“Ouch. You're seeing me as a distraction? Rather than your delightful husband who's besotted with you?”She rolled her eyes, earning a mock gasp from Steven who straightened up and planted a final kiss on her lips.“Looking forward to going in physically?” She asked him, watching his face for his reaction.“I am, I guess. It's been a while. I only wish I wasn't going in because we’ve been accused of fraud.”“What? Fraud? But that's impossible.”“Exactly. Which is what I have to prove when I get to the office.”“Seems like it's going to be busy for you, then. I’ll

“Aren't you going to say anything?” Marie asked, as Steven cradled her palm. The way he ran his fingers through his hair was making her nervous and in the years she had known him, she had never seen him nervous. This was the same man that stared down intimidating clients for Pete's sake.“I will. I'm thinking of how to.” He answered as he released a deep sigh and leaned back in the seat.“Well, haven't you heard? Just do it.” She mumbled, smiling at him. When he didn't smile back at her lame joking, hers started to falter.What did he have to say that was so scary? Was something permanently wrong with her? Even if she decidedGazing into her eyes, he slid into the booth beside her before cradling her thigh. Something about the way he was holding her thigh felt vaguely familiar. She placed her hand over his and was immediately besieged by a deluge of memories of herself sitting in Steven’s lap with his hand on her thigh.“So I…” He started“Steven! I just had a flash of memory of me! I

“Shot? What do you mean she’s been shot?” Steven asked in a daze.“I have no idea. She called me crying hysterically that she’d been shot. She was barely audible.” Marie responded as she hurriedly dressed.“Alright. I’ll take you to the hospital.”“No! Sorry, I mean there's no need. The driver can take me, you have to work.”“What? Marie.”“I insist.” Marie said“I’m not letting you go see someone who's been shot without going with you, Marie. It's not safe.”“I'm not sure I want to discuss this, Steven. Sandra didn't want you there.” Marie explai

Steven jerked awake as the sound of his ringing cell phone startled him. He glanced at the caller ID hopefully but frowned when he found out who was calling. Why was she calling him in the middle of the night?He tossed the phone on the bed and pressed his pillow over his head. Marie had moved out two weeks ago and so far, it was the most excruciating period in his life. While she was still civil to him, it gutted him to realize that her trust and warmth were gone. Every time she looked at him now, it was with a guarded expression.But could he blame her? She had suffered betrayal from the hands of the two people she loved the most. He had no intention of giving up on her, but Sarah advised him not to rush things.His cell phone rang again and Steven let out a string of curses.“What do you want?” He asked in a gruff tone.“I need to get to the hospital… my baby…”. Her teary voice caused all iota of sleep to vanish from Steven's eyes. Was something wrong with Sandra and his child? Aft

“Hello, Alden.” Marie said as she looked around to make sure no one could see them.“Can I come in?” Alden asked“I'm not so sure that's a good idea, Alden. Someone could see you.”“Marie.” The old man said and she stepped aside for him to wheel himself in.“I know why you're here, Alden. You're here to tell me what to do, aren't you? What I have to do to protect your precious grandson. Haven't I done enough for both of you? When does it end?”She asked as she slammed the door. Alden's eyes at that moment zeroed on Jemimah's face and he smiled.“Alden? Now’s not really a good time.” She said, as she folded her hand over her chest.*Sit down, Marie. We are going to have a talk.*“Oh no. I am not in the middle of one of your talks. Every time we talk, I end up having to do one crazy thing or the other.”“You know, Marie. Sometimes I look at you and I see Jemimah. Other times, it's like looking at the face of an unbelievably spoiled child.”Marie let out a sardonic laughter that had Alde