Semua Bab Married To My Sister’s Man: Becoming Strangers Again: Bab 41 - Bab 50

DESMONDShit!"I wasn't looking at her pictures," I replied immediately, forcing my features into the calmest expression I could manage before turning to face her."I was looking for artwork to fill the empty wall at the end of the hallway," I explained. "Since Eudora is an artist now, videos related to her naturally popped up."Disgust twisted Camellia's features. "You know she's an artist?"I kept my expression neutral. "I only found out after one of her videos popped up.”Camellia dropped her purse onto the dining table with more force than necessary before folding her arms across her chest."I know you're lying, Desmond."I frowned. "Excuse me?""Your eyes," she said coldly. "They're looking everywhere except at me right now."Immediately, I forced my gaze to meet hers. "Don't be ridiculous."Taking a step forward, she leaned down, her eyes hardening. "I don't care if you're looking at her pictures," she said through clenched teeth. "I don't care if you're sitting here fantasizing

EUDORAOrion had received an invitation to Mr. Chun’s casino opening, but due to other commitments, he couldn’t attend. In his place, I was asked to represent SB Star, while his younger sister, Angel, would attend on behalf of HR Construction.Our car slowly rolled to a stop in front of the newly opened casino. The building towered over everything around it, gigantic and impossible to ignore. Angel stepped out first with effortless confidence, the flashing cameras already turning in our direction.For a brief moment, I remained seated inside the car, staring through the tinted window at the massive red banner draped across the front of the building. A small smile tugged at my lips.I had written those words myself.Mr. Chun had personally asked me to compose the congratulatory message displayed above the entrance, and seeing it stretched across the elegant exterior filled me with an unexpected sense of pride.A member of the security team opened the car door and politely extended his

EUDORAAfter the way she had reacted to seeing me back in China, anyone with common sense would have stayed away from her. But I had never been good at walking away from things.So, instead of keeping my distance, I tracked down her art gallery in New Zealand. A little digging revealed that she had an exhibition scheduled in two days, so rather than leaving the country, I decided to stay.I wanted to see the world she had built for herself.Dressed in a tailored black suit and a pair of Gucci sunglasses, I stepped into the gallery. The place was nothing short of impressive. The building itself carried an understated elegance, while the interior had been designed with meticulous attention to detail. Everything, from the polished floors to the carefully selected decorations, reflected sophistication.Slowly, I walked deeper into the gallery.My gaze drifted across the pristine white walls lined with paintings. Each piece had been given its own space, displayed far enough from the others

ORIONI had to arrange for an extra bed to be brought into the hospital room for Eudora because Ariel's hospital bed was far too small for both of them to share comfortably. No matter how many times I told her to go home and get some rest, she refused.My gaze moved between them.Ariel was curled up beneath her blanket, sleeping peacefully for the first time since the accident. On the bed beside her, Eudora looked equally exhausted, her face softer now that sleep had claimed her.As I watched them, I noticed a corner of Eudora's quilt had slipped down, exposing part of her shoulder.Walking over, I grabbed the edge of the quilt and pulled it higher, making sure she was properly covered. The last thing she needed after everything she’s been through was to catch a cold.I had barely taken a step back when a soft knock sounded on the door.My jaw tightened instantly.Whoever was standing outside had better have a very good reason for disturbing this room. If they woke Eudora after she ha

DESMONDMy driver slowly pulled the car into the driveway and stopped beneath the porch of my house. Through the rear-view mirror, he glanced at me, patiently waiting for me to open the door and step out.But I didn’t move.Instead, I remained seated in the back seat, staring blankly through the window with no desire to go inside. The thought of walking through those doors and facing my constantly complaining wife drained what little energy I had left.Minutes passed.Then more minutes.Before I realized it, over thirty minutes had gone by, and I was still sitting in the same spot.“Sir,” my driver finally said carefully, breaking the silence, “is there anywhere else you’d like me to take you?”I looked at him briefly and forced a small shake of my head.“No.”Without another word, I opened the door and stepped out of the car.Thankfully, Camellia wasn’t home. I headed straight upstairs, took a long shower, and changed into comfortable clothes before climbing into bed, hoping sleep w