All Chapters of Mysterious Husband is Billionaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Thank goodness, I thought you wouldn’t come.” The woman with shoulder-length hair who greeted Jordan was Raisa. Raisa’s face and body were undeniably perfect, but Jordan was not at all interested in her. “Don’t mention anything about last night…” Raisa remained relaxed, “Why the rush? You haven’t ordered a drink yet. Isn’t this your time off?” Jordan’s expression remained flat and serious as he spoke. “You call this time off? Don’t you remember the schedule? We have a lot of work to do this year-end. You need to finish all the administration for the year-end closure until it’s done.” “But…” Raisa planned to persuade him, but Jordan was firm, giving an order. “Get ready, we’re going to a meeting with the Vlora Business group, a high-class community of elite individuals.” Hufft! Raisa felt like she had lost her purpose, but she was still grateful that last night hadn’t affected her work at Jordan’s company. Slowly, her spirits rose. This meeting could be a self-promotion opportuni

"No I have to take care of her. But what will I do with Raisa? Should I marry her?" "What are you doing?" The door creaked open, and Clara entered, carrying a cup of beverage. She placed it in front of Jordan. Jordan adjusted his sitting position. He had been thinking about how to tell Clara about Raisa's pregnancy, but he didn't know where to start. If he kept it to himself, he would be mentally stressed. "Do you have some free time?" Clara asked cautiously. "Why?" His tense tone made Clara a little hesitant. "The food in the fridge is all gone, so I just want to go shopping. Can you accompany me for a while?" Raisa actually felt stupid; things that should be readily available at home were not something she could manage. Unexpectedly, Jordan grabbed the car keys in front of him and stood up. "What are you waiting for? Let's go." "Are you willing?" Clara hesitated. "What if I'm not?" Clara smiled. She followed her husband's steps and told Lucas and Louis to stay at home with t

"Clara, you haven't even said anything after yesterday's problem. I never thought of betraying you," Jordan insisted, trying to defend himself as Clara returned home. However, she glared at him with piercing eyes. "So what am I supposed to say?" she retorted, her voice devoid of emotion. "I'm not joking, Lara, I need your approval." Clara took a deep breath, "So you're forcing me to allow you to marry her?" she asked sarcastically. "Do you feel no guilt after betraying me behind my back?" "Clara, listen to me..." "Shut up" Clara didn't even give Jordan a chance to speak. Her gaze was sharp, as if piercing through his eyes, making him sweat even more. "But Clara..." "You still have the audacity to ask me to approve your marriage?" Jordan remained unfazed. But Clara was not a weak woman who would cry, even though the betrayal hurt deeply. She felt it was pointless to stand there and decided to leave. However, she had only taken a step when Jordan's words reached her. "... I've m

"Are you sure about this place?" Raisa's skepticism hung in the air as they entered the open-air restaurant, its mid-range ambiance a stark contrast to her refined tastes. Jordan shrugged, his easygoing demeanor betraying nothing of her disapproval. He was used to simpler fare, to the robust flavors of traditional, spicy dishes. The menu's modest offerings didn't faze him. Lara's influence, Raisa muttered under her breath, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. Even with Clara, he'd displayed this same unpretentiousness, but it grated on her now. This place felt too…rustic. She pushed her plate away, the gesture a subtle dismissal, a subconscious rejection that extended beyond the food to Clara herself. "Forget this," she declared, her voice sharp, "From now on, you'll adjust. You'll change your perspective." Jordan opened his mouth to protest, but Raisa, already impatient, pulled him away. They moved on, leaving behind not just the restaurant but, it seemed, a part of his past, a par

Joe and Seira, celebrating their recent success, took Clara and her two children out for lunch. For Joe, his medical profession was now a sideline, with his own practice in Clara's apartment. He spent most of his time helping Clara with her business. “I think your presence here has brought us good luck.” Clara’s words made him chuckle. He felt his efforts were nothing special and attributed it all to fortune. “Do you really think so?” “Yes, what else could it be?” “Actually, the good luck isn’t me, but your own abilities that made us successful. I’m sure you’ll be even more successful without me.” If she argued with Joe, Clara would undoubtedly lose, so she chose to remain silent and agree. But she was certain that Joe had worked hard to make his business truly global. “Come on, didn’t you say you were hungry? The food is ready, we don’t have to wait for it to get cold.” Seira looked at one of her favorite dishes on the table. But suddenly she winced, as if in pain. “Sei, are