All Chapters of Being His Surrogate After Divorce.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Back in Adrian’s home, the maid, after cooking the meal, went up and found Anna cuffed to the bed. “Oh, Mrs. Adams.” She exclaimed softly as she placed the tray on the table and approached her, reaching for the cuff, but it was locked. “It won't open; I already tried. Why don't you check with the gardener? One of his tools might be able to break it,” Anna suggested, and she nodded and excused herself. A few minutes later, she came back with the gardener, and the chain was successfully broken, leaving the bracelets around her wrist. “Thank you, Thomas, Felicia,” Anna thanked them with a warm smile. “You are welcome, madam,” they said simultaneously. Thomas excused himself and left. "Come, madam, please eat something; the boss specifically asked me to prepare this for you.” Anna forced a smile and replied, "Thank you." Anna had just finished her meal when her phone started ringing. She stood up and got it from the bed and checked the ID; it was Patrick. “Hello, Patrick.”

Thirty minutes later, Anna stepped into the kitchen, confusion etched on her face from the events of a few moments ago. She was uncertain about Adrian's strange behavior toward her. Was it genuine affection, or was it merely related to the baby? After bathing her, Adrian dried her off and carried her into the bedroom, where he helped her get ready. He even blow-dried her hair. However, he then returned to the bathroom without a word. Anna sat on the edge of the bed, anticipation bubbling within her as she awaited his return, hoping for a conversation to clear her confusion. But as time ticked by and the silence stretched on, she grew restless. He came out of the bathroom and entered the closet, but was taking longer than expected in the closet, and the familiar pang of hunger reminded her that she had skipped supper the previous night. Deciding she couldn't wait any longer, she left. “I'm sorry,” Anna said when she walked into someone and a mug of coffee dropped onto the floor, sma

“Are you pregnant?” Helena asked when Anna finished puking. Anna walked over to the sink, her movements unsteady as she turned on the tap, the cool water cascading down. She brought her hands to her face, rinsing away the remnants of her earlier ordeal, feeling the refreshing stream wash over her skin. Just as she stepped back, feeling slightly better, Helena gripped her wrist with a firm hold, her eyes fierce and demanding as she raised her voice. “I asked you a question! Are you pregnant?!” "Helena, you're hurting me,” Anna said as she tried to pull her arm from Helena. “You fucking slut, I will kill you and your baby! Only I can have Adrian's children; he's mine!” With a swift shove, Helena pushed Anna, the force catching her off guard. Her heart raced wildly in her chest, pounding like a drum as she lost her balance. She extended her arms out in a desperate attempt to brace herself, her palms crashing against the cool, hard floor instead. “Helena, you are crazy!” Anna yelled,

Adrian carried Anna bride style into their bedroom, gently sitting her on the bed. He went down on a knee as he reached for Anna's heel to pull it off, but she moved her leg away, and in a threatening voice, she stated angrily, "I do not need your damn help. I want you to let me go, or else I might kill you like you killed my child!” What Anna didn't know was her words struck a chord deep within Adrian, echoing the torment he desperately wanted to escape. The reminder of his child's absence clawed at his heart, a raw wound that will never heal. In that moment, he was transported back to the devastating loss, the reality that his little one was gone forever. It stung even more to realize that his trusted friend had broken the promise not to harm the innocent life. The weight of betrayal added to his anguish, making the grief all the more unbearable. “Suit yourself,” Adrian said tersely, standing to his feet. “I'm going to check on Helena. Just don’t do anything reckless.” He warned,

“Adrian…” Anna said as she wrapped her hand around Adrian's neck and pulled him down, their lips meeting in an intense kiss. His intoxicating alcohol breath provided a source of comfort to Anna's senses; she didn't want the kiss to end. She reached for Adrian's shirt as she began unbuttoning it and pulled it off his arms, her hands caressing his bare chest and abs. She reached his belt and began unbuckling it, holding his eyes dark with lust. Adrian took her hand, and they got off the bed. He spun Anna around; standing behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders, steadying her, before pulling down the zip of the dress. He leaned in and left a trail of wet kisses from Anna's nape to her lower back, his action leaving tingling sensations, causing her to hold her breath. Sensing her tensed posture, Adrian murmurs against her nape, “Breathe.” Adrian said as he slowly slid the dress off her shoulder, which he deposited a kiss on, as he pulled off the other sleeve. Anna's heart spee