All Chapters of Saved By My Billionaire Husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

Blake stared at the plushie on his bed, his long fingers stroking the soft fur. There has never been a woman, especially the ones he had dated, who had thoughtfully gave him something.They would claim he was rich and there was hardly anything he couldn’t get on his own…. That much was true. But…Seeing this plushie makes him regret all his bad decisions. He should have dated more sensibly. He picked it up snuggled closer to it. It was soft… so soft that if indeed he had a mental illness then it might be comforting.But she didn’t even know he wasn’t mentally ill… And he would have preferred holding a person rather than a doll. He heard a sharp ring from his phone, he reached for it and glanced at the caller ID it was an unknown contact. He was a bit skeptical.But he answered anyways. “…” there was a brief silence at the other end of the phone, and Blake shut his eyes tightly.Another prank call He should have trusted his guts and not answer the phone.“Blake…”

Sunlight streamed into the room, and Cassandra stirred slightly from the disturbance; she felt a certain warmth that wasn’t coming from the sun and the kind of warmth that only happens when someone holds you tightly. Just by thinking about it, someone was truly holding her. Her eyes flew open immediately, and they widened when they noticed Blake was less than a centimeter away from her, but her panic soon faded away, and she relaxed in his embrace, using the opportunity to look closely at him.His eyes were shut tightly, in a relaxed state, his arms wrapped around her protectively. Seeing him in such a relaxed state makes her heart race slightly. She knew he was a good-looking man, but she didn’t expect him to be even more handsome while he was asleep; he looked like a painting, almost unrealistic.There was something about him—something that pulled him to her; she wasn’t sure what it was. It was very different from the kind of feeling she had when she was with Lance or with her uncle

“We are done with the assessment,” Mr. Benedict said as Blake came back into the office, and he strolled towards the center of the room, and took his sit where his wife was seated.“Was it hard?” he asked curiously and Cassandra shrugged.“I am not too sure, but I did my best.” She muttered with an unsure smile on her face, she then leaned in to him and whispered the rest of the words. “I am a bit nervous.”“Don’t worry, you would do great.” He assured her, his gaze falling to her plump lips that looked ripe and swollen. Blake swallowed, the improper thoughts of the previous night slipped into my mind, and he felt himself stiffened again.Shit! Those thoughts were flooding back in again, and so he moved away from her, receiving the files from the principal, and his eyes narrowed and then widened briefly. Cassandra was nervous and didn’t know what to do from his reaction, and perhaps she failed.“What does it say?” She asked curiously.“You passed.” He handed the file to her, the pass

She glared up at Lance who had a smug of satisfaction on his face, he relaxed into the seat confidently. “We should place some orders.” He chuckled. “Your generous husband even left us some money to pay. How kind is your husband. I initially thought rich people were selfish.” “What do you want?” Cassandra muttered, her voice dangerously low. She could feel tears making way to her eyes, she could guess what was so important to him that he needed to say when her husband was away. “I hate to keep him waiting.” “Oohh… someone is trying to save her face.” Lance suddenly leaned back into the table, catching her hands. “Let me tell you how this is going to play out. If Blake ever finds out about us, he will not stay married to you. He will leave you as fast, no matter what you tell him, he will leave. And then do you think there will be anyone who would be interested in a woman who was divorced by a billionaire because she was sleeping with her cousin?” Cassandra felt her body trembl

Cassandra sat in the car staring outside the window, watching the lights fade into the scenery every time they passed by a street pole. Blake glanced at her, noticing something different.He wondered if he handled Natasha in the right way. He wouldn’t deny the fact that he still loved Natasha.No. He could never love any other woman the same way he loved Natasha. But he didn’t want to hurt Cassandra as well, and as it is, it seemed that Cassandra was just using him as well. “What was so important that Lance wanted to talk to you about?” he queried hoping she would be honest with him. So he could at least trust her. “I apologize for his behavior again.” She muttered taking her eyes from outside and then staring ahead. “What was so important that he had me leave for?” Blake was insistent on finding out. He wanted a reason… even if it’s a little bit, he wanted a reason why he could trust her. And if she gave him that, he would be sure of what to do. “E-Em…” she stuttered, clenc