All Chapters of Please! Marry Me Again : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Is he out of his mind? I guess he’s kidding me," Arthur thought with an incredulous expression as he sat on the edge of his hotel bed in his separate room. Alexander’s behavior had been perplexing all evening before now and Arthur felt the need to figure out what was going on, fearing the drugs he put inside his wine. Instead of going home yesterday, he decided to stay at the hotel to keep an eye on his friend.Minutes later, Arthur stood up and after putting on his shirt, and left his room. His steps were brisk as he approached Room 7."Hey, Alexander!" he called out, knocking on the door."Come inside," Alexander's voice came, calm and unbothered. Arthur turned the handle and stepped in, his eyes instantly looked at the entire room. Clothes lay scattered across the floor, a faint scent of perfume lingered in the air. The morning sunlight had fallen on the room, reflecting the beautiful curtains of the windows. But it was Alexander who caught his attention the most. Sitting on the e

“Can you imagine Diana, my boss, Mr Grayson wants to cross the line. I have great respect for him, but calling me on the phone and asking me where I passed the night is uncalled-for.” Becky and Diana were in her sitting room and Diana had come to collect some files from Becky's house. “Is it a force to date someone? He has asked me out severally and playfully out of respect, I have turned him down.” “Don't you think he is angry that you have devoted your time and energy to this baby, leaving the whole work to him?” “No Diana, I know what he wants…” Becky suddenly stopped talking as they heard the sound of a car stopping in front of the house. Becky and Diana went and peeked through the window. “Mr Grayson!” She exclaimed. “If he sees me here, it might be a transfer of aggression.” “If that is the case, go to my room and lock the door until he leaves.” Diana rushed out of the sitting room and Becky returned to where she was sitting down. It didn't take up to a minute,

Becky's povHudson’s dick was still hard, pointing upward even after he had released on my fingers. This was something I didn’t like, yet there I was, caught in something I couldn’t undo. Quickly, I grabbed a cloth and cleaned him up, my hands trembling. My heart raced as I hurriedly dressed him back in his boxers and trousers. My breath was fast and my only thought was to leave the house immediately. I needed to confront Diana.Diana was driving me insane. Nothing had hurt me more recently than the way she was treating me. She had intentionally deleted the man’s number and now she refused to give me access to the social account he used to contact the gigolo. It felt like she was playing games with me, knowing how desperate I was for answers. The betrayal cut deeper than I could express.By the time I left the house, it was 6:15 pm. The evening sky had darkened, casting shadows across the roads. Alexandra, my precious little girl, was securely fastened in her car seat at the back. She

Becky’s povWhy can’t I stop thinking about that man at the hotel? The more I think about what Diana did to me, the crazier it makes me. What did I ever do to deserve her betrayal? She took my happiness and crushed it into a million pieces, leaving me to pick up the fragments of my broken heart. Every memory of her actions feels like a stab in the back, a reminder that I trusted someone who never deserved it.It’s the next day, and morning has arrived. I’m already dressed, waiting for Mr. Grayson to show up. My baby, Alexandra, is here with me. If this were before, I would have asked Diana to come over and help take care of her. But that will never happen again. Those days are long gone. Wherever I go now, Alexandra goes with me. She’s my little ray of sunshine, my source of strength in a world that often feels too cruel to bear. I’ve grown so attached to her that every moment without her feels incomplete. Each time I look into her innocent little face, my pain seems to melt away, rep

Becky's pov What is he doing here? His charming looks and smooth-talking ways don’t work on me anymore. I hate him to the core of my being. Rejecting him is easy. The way he’s looking at me, like he’s enjoying this, makes me want to slam the door in his face. Why is he here now, of all times? Doesn't he know that the sight of him only brings back painful memories I’ve worked so hard to bury?“Won’t you let me in?” he asked, his voice calm but somehow feeling entitlement.“In as what?” I snapped, his words igniting my anger like a match to dry leaves. He had some nerve showing up unannounced, pretending like everything was fine between us.“You’re the last person I’d ever let into my house..” I began, my voice trembling with fury.“At least I made it in, even if I’m the last,” he interrupted smugly, his lips curling into a small, infuriating smile.“Let me finish!” I shot back, stepping closer to him. “The last person to enter my house will be when I’m dead. You married me out of pity