All Chapters of The Trillionaire's Contractual Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CLAIREI blinked at Annabelle, standing in the hallway like she owned the place. My fingers tightened on the edge of the door, and for a moment, I was too stunned to even find the right words. She looked as pristine as ever, her navy dress perfectly tailored, her makeup flawless, and her hair swept into an elegant chignon. Yet her presence felt invasive, like a storm cloud darkening a peaceful day. Annabelle was bad news. “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” I finally asked, my voice sharper than I had intended. “Annabelle?”“Hello, Claire.”“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” I finally asked, my voice sharper than I intended.Annabelle’s carefully constructed smile faltered for a fraction of a second before she smoothed it back into place. “Nice to meet you too.” “That is not an answer,” I glared at her.“Well, that’s not the warm welcome I was expecting,” she said lightly, as if my question had no weight. I crossed my arms, blocking her from stepping further inside.

CLAIREI don't know how long I remained in bed. I only know that my legs felt crippled. It was almost as if I couldn't move. I was tired and exhausted but not in a way that felt draining, if that made any sense. In a good way. Asher's body warmth was doing a lot to keep me occupied. It was also doing a whole lot to contribute to my good mood. I cringed when I tried to move, and my brows furrowed when the back of my throat ached and felt a little bit dry. Come to think of it. My body was...“Goodness. You're burning up,” Asher's voice broke me out of my thoughts. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to assure them that I was okay.All I needed was a couple of pills and rest, and I would be as good as new, but even I was unsure of what to say to him. Something about my body felt completely and utterly off, and I couldn't exactly focus. My eyes fluttered closed as his hand trailed over the crook of my neck down to my bare body. I knew this wasn't an attempt to turn me on or anything but m

CLAIREI felt light as I created distance between the hospital room. The relief that I felt when the doctor cleared me and confirmed that I was going to be okay was something that I couldn't exactly put into words. Asher held my hand as we walked towards the exit of the hospital. There was an unusual swing in my steps as we headed out of the hospital. “Looks like someone is happy to be out of here,” Asher teased, bringing my hand to his lips for a light kiss. “You don't even know half of it,” I said as I shot him a warm smile and pressed a kiss against his cheek. My stomach rumbled and I paused. My cheeks flushed red almost immediately. Asher grinned.“You don't know how relieved I am to hear this,” he smiled at me. “What are you in the mood for?”I paused because I couldn't exactly remember the last time that I had an appetite. It seemed like forever. “Blueberry pancakes? Muffins?” He suggested as we headed towards the car that was already parked and waiting for us. “A change wo

CLAIRE I paused at the sight of everyone seated around the dining table. It was unusual to see everyone here. I took note of Liah's displeased expression, but then again, when was she ever happy to see me? I realized that there was a new face sitting next to hers. An older man who seemed to be bordering on middle age. My gaze lingered on his features, and I realized that they held a striking resemblance to Liah's. I paused, and my eyes widened slightly when I realized that he was Liah's father. I didn't exactly know what to make of his presence. This was the least place that I was expecting him to be. As if he could sense that he was being watched, he raised his head immediately, letting his gaze travel over to me. His eyes clouded with something that I couldn't entirely describe. His expression was neutral, but I noticed the way he watched me with interest. I watched as he leaned down to whisper something to Liah. I wished that I could catch what it was, but then again, it wasn't

CLAIRE I noticed the way Asher stared at me as I sat at the vanity. I had just finished having a warm bath, and my face was bare and fresh from all the makeup that it had. I turned to the reflection in the mirror and I realized that one of my sleeves had rolled down by mistake, exposing my bare arm. I met Asher's gaze through the mirror. His eyes were dark and full of primal hunger, and for some reason, I didn't shift my eyes away because I wanted him to want me. I could see the struggle in his eyes. “What's wrong?” I decided to ask. I knew what was wrong, but I still had to ask nevertheless. “What are you talking about?”His voice sounded neutral, but I could tell that he was struggling to keep it together. A moment of tense silence lingered between the both of us. “You keep looking at me. So I'm just wondering if there's something on my face,” I said as I lifted my shoulder up into a casual shrug. “Don't be ridiculous; you know that I'm just trying to make sure you're okay,” h