Semua Bab The Trillionaire's Contractual Bride: Bab 41 - Bab 50

CLAIRE I spent the rest of the night tossing and turning. I had no one to blame for my turmoil apart from myself. I closed my eyes, and I tried to will the sleep to come, but I was unsuccessful. I should have said something. Maybe I shouldn't have made my jealousy such a big deal, but now I've acted on it, and I was beyond terrified that it was too late to take everything back. Something between us had been destroyed, and I couldn't shake off the nibbling guilt that I had been the one to destroy it. I stared at the ceiling in agony. The room was still dark, and I was certain that it was only the wee hours of the early morning. This was the first time that I was sleeping here without him. My heart crashed at the fact that I wouldn't be waking up next to him anymore. I wouldn't get to see him smile. I wouldn't have the opportunity to have breakfast with him once more. The lingering possibility of the both of us drifting apart terrified the hell out of me. I sprang up into a sitting p

CLAIRE I got back from the office. I got off earlier than I usually did. I haven't exactly been taking work seriously as I used to before. Who would have thought that I would close from work early before the supposed time? Maybe because it was the weekend and I was looking forward to spending the free time with my husband. My heart tingled as I lingered on the word like it was foreign. The thought of coming home to spend time with'my husband’ made my stomach roll with excitement. My heart tugged a bit in disappointment when I found out that he wasn't yet back from the office. With time, maybe I could convince him to move back in with me. His absence from the room was so achingly taunting that I was almost scared to spend one more night in this room alone. Today was a Friday, meaning I got to take him out to discover a new hobby. I decided that there was no point waiting for him to get home. I would use the time to prepare.I decided that this was the perfect time to run myself a b

CLAIRE The ride home was quieter than before. Not the awkward kind of quiet, but more like that peaceful silence where neither of us needed to say anything. I could still feel the warmth of Asher’s hand lingering on mine from when he helped me into the car. I turned my head slightly to look at him, stealing a glance while he kept his eyes on the road. His jaw was clenched in concentration, but there was this softness in his expression, a calmness that I wasn’t used to seeing in him. I wondered if he felt the same way I did—like something between us had shifted tonight, like we were getting closer to whatever this was between us. And it was scaring me just a little.My gaze fell back to my lap, and I fiddled with the hem of my dress, replaying the night in my head. He’d been... different. Not that he wasn’t always sweet, but tonight, it felt like he was going out of his way to show me how much he cared. Or maybe I was just finally starting to believe it. That thought made my stomach

CLAIREI don't know how long I stretched; I only knew that I had no desire to go to work today or leave this bed. I turned to the other side of the bed and blinked in surprise as I stared at Asher's sleeping state. His chest rose up and down in slow motion, and he looked so peaceful that I didn't have the heart to wake him up. I was surprised to see him here. I hadn't audibly voiced out my need for him to stay here last night, but somehow it seems like he knew what I needed before I even asked. I stretched out my hand and then paused as I battled with the need to stroke the side of his face tenderly. With every moment that passed. I felt this insane hunger to touch him. My body instantly came alive with heat at the thought, and my cheeks flushed with color instantly. It was ridiculous that this was the first thing that I would be thinking about in the morning. No shame at all. My subconscious deemed it the perfect moment to mock me. I tried to ignore it. The room was shrouded in co

ASHER I was aware of the silence that lingered between us. I didn't know how to start the conversation exactly. I was petrified of saying the wrong things. She sat quietly on the stone bench beside me, overlooking the green grass quietly. I brought her to the park. I always came here whenever life got too overwhelming and I wanted to seek some damn solitude.My stomach fluttered with warmth at the thought of her being here to share my intimate space with me. I closed my eyes and sighed for a brief moment. How the hell was I even supposed to start this conversation? I was tired and exhausted from the tension that seemed to linger between us.I needed to fix it. I couldn't spend another day not talking to her. “I didn't get to thank you for stepping in earlier,” she paused. I could notice the way her shoulders were rigid with tension. Like she was looking for the right words to say, just like me. It was oddly comforting to know that at least I wasn't the only one struggling. She felt