All Chapters of Chasing My Runaway Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Emma's POV "Ryan, I am allowing you to stay with me in my home, but since none of my family members are here, we don't need to pretend or be friendly. So stay as far as possible from me. Make yourself almost invisible to me. I don't like noise or to be disturbed, that's why I bought this cottage in the calm surroundings. Don't even think of spoiling the peace and tranquility that I need and feel here. " " I swear, you are very pretty but extremely boring. Fine, I will try not to disturb you deliberately. But I am not your servant, you need me more than I need you. So I will try not to disturb you, but I don't promise to follow your rules." He said. I was annoyed with his arrogance but I had no other choice as I had already introduced him to my family. " Fine!! But keep one thing in mind we need to be very convincing. My family will leave me alone only if they are convinced that I'm dating a serious, responsible man. So, no dance parties, no fights, no flirting, no guests, and def

Emma's POV Next, he made me sit on a garden chair and made Ryan sit by my feet with his head on my lap, my fingers were in his hair. I got conscious of this as it was quite intimate. As the morning sun climbed higher, we changed outfits and locations. From the picturesque garden, we moved to a quaint café downtown. I wore a flowy sundress, and Ryan donned a crisp white shirt. George directed us to a cozy corner table by the window, where we sipped lattes and shared a pastry. The atmosphere was charmingly romantic, and for a few fleeting moments, it was easy to imagine we were just another couple in love with any person but me. I was a bit stiff. "Lean in closer, Emma," George instructed, his camera lens trained on us. "Rest your head on Ryan's shoulder."I hesitated for a second before complying, feeling the warmth of Ryan's body against mine. The scent of his cologne was comforting, and I closed my eyes, trying to immerse myself in the role I was playing. George's shutter continue

Emma's POV I had left for work at the right time in the morning as I always did; I liked to arrive at the office at the same time as the other staff; my father arrived later, his chauffeur dropping him off outside the office premises at about 9:30. The bank was situated inside the city, and the manager greeted me. Though he was my senior, everyone knew that I was my dad's heir, so I was usually being handled cautiously with kid gloves, not just by my fellow workers but also by my superiors, all of whom were very conscious of the fact that I was the chairman's daughter. It was not an enviable position despite what the sum of the contemporaries thought... I had overheard one of the other girls making Katy remarks about me in the clock room, I felt set apart from the other girls alien to them. I never got the privileges they seemed to think, I had. I was all too conscious that my dad was expecting me to do well.In the evening, while other girls used to enjoy themselves, I used to rep

Emma's POV The whole nightmare had left me close to the edge of a complete mental and physical breakdown with the result that I had finally told my parents that I would never return to the bank. My parents tried to make me understand, but I was so scared of it that I wanted to leave all that and take the career of my choice and live a quiet and safe life. My parents protested, especially when they learned that I wanted to move away from the home. They tried everything to keep me there, even got me engaged to the man my dad thought was best for me and fixed the date of my wedding to Daniel, but I didn't want to stay there, though I could not say no to getting married to the man. I had never liked him but my parents would have ignored the fact even if I had told them more firmly. The city had become a place that terrified me, I could not walk down a busy street without being overcome by the feeling that someone was walking behind me, stalking me, without the fear I had known in that

Emma's POV The doctor left and we were alone again. " I think I should go and sleep, or I might sleep here. " " Do you want me to make a bedtime drink for you? Something hot and milky, spiced with something alcoholic as the doctor suggested? " He asked but I shook my head. " I don't want your help in this matter, I can manage. " " Okay, since you can manage, I will go, but do you mind making me a cup of tea or coffee? " He asked. I tried to get up, and though I winced with pain, I managed to go to the kitchen. But when I picked up the kettle to make tea, I winced. " Did you just see, you can't even make a cup of tea at the moment, so stop being stubborn and let me help you. Shall I carry you upstairs? " He asked. I shook my head immediately. " No, the sofa in the kitchen is as comfortable as my bed. " I said, he nodded and took me to the couch and put me on it so gently as if I was a porcelain doll and made me sit there. His hands were slightly calloused, the strength in his