Filed to story: Big Bad Husband Please Wake Up All Episodes Free
He snorted at this, his face turned away. “I would never do such a childish thing.”
“Yes, you’re right, I’m being childish.” Ciara knew there was no point in arguing. After Adrian’s comments, she opted for singing a lullaby instead of telling the stories.
A soft melody soon filled the room. Her voice was sweet and warm, like a spring breeze. Slowly but surely, it dispelled the chill of the winter night.
The rain had stopped pattering on the windows and it was pitch dark outside.
Ciara’s features were lit by the warm yellow lamp light. Seeing this, Adrian could feel his body gradually relax.
Her presence here late at night seemed to bring some warmth into his cold heart.
The soft hum of her voice in his ears gently pulled him into a trance. He couldn’t tell whether he was dreaming or not.
As a child, his mother had also sung a lullaby like this to send him to sleep when he fell sick. It was one of the only nice memories he had.
Little by little the humming became quieter before if faded away completely.
He turned to Ciara to see she was fast asleep. Alina cradled in her arms.
Adrian frowned and wanted to shake Ciara awake, but for some reason, he didn’t make a move.
He stared at her sleeping face for a while. She was too trusting. How could she let her guard down and fall asleep next to a man?
But Adrian decided to let her sleep in peace.
He then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep himself.
The next morning, Ciara woke up in a daze.
Staring at the chandelier above, she wracked her brain for what had happened and where she was.
She had no such chandelier in her room.
Then, all of a sudden, her memory flooded back to her. She hit her forehead with the palm of her hand. She had fallen asleep while trying to put Alina to bed.
Sitting up, she pulled the quilt up to cover her body. But Adrian was nowhere to be seen.
She was surprised. Why hadn’t he thrown her out last night?
Next to her, Alina was still fast sleep. She stroked her head lovingly and her mind wandered to the possible baby she was carrying.
“I need to go for an examination in two weeks,” she muttered to herself.
This thought brought with it mixed feelings, Now she wasn’t sure whether she wanted a baby or not.
It seemed that neither Adrian nor Helen wanted her to have the baby.
With a sigh, her mind focused back on the present. She leaned over Alina and tucked her in before getting out of the bed herself. She needed to go to her room and freshen up.
As she opened the door, she spied Judy passing by in the corridor. When they locked eyes, Judy’s expression went from surprise to joy before landing on worry.
Judy looked down at Ciara’s stomach. “Mrs. Lewis, you might be pregnant. You better be careful,” she warned her, earnestly.
“Judy, it’s not what it looks like. We didn’t…” Ciara hurriedly explained, her cheeks flushed.
“I know, I know. Just be careful.” Judy interrupted her with a knowing look. “It’s a good thing Mr. Lewis is willing to be close to you now. It’s progress. Keep it up.”
The sound of a wheelchair approaching came from behind her as she spoke.
Adrian appeared by the elevator, his handsome face expressionless. He was wearing a matching shirt and sweater, a pile of documents resting on his thighs. He was clearly busy with work.
Judy stopped talking as soon as she saw him. She greeted Adrian respectfully, before hurrying downstairs.
Ciara hadn’t yet recovered from her embarrassment and couldn’t face Adrian at the moment. She just said hello quickly and ran back to her room.”
When Alina finally awoke, it was almost ten o’clock. Ciara helped the little girl put on the hat and scarf Judy had prepared upon her request. Then she took Alina to meet Molly Flynn, Sarah’s mother.
Molly had been waiting for quite some time. She thanked Ciara and then she and Alina got into a taxi.
Ciara watched as it drove away, feeling a little sentimental.
Just then, her phone beeped. It was a message from Sonia.
She read it before hailing a taxi.
With red curly hair, Sonia sat at a corner table of a coffee shop in the south of the city.
Her face, which was sweet and delicate, was focused on her laptop screen. She was furiously typing, fighting against internet trolls.
The chimes on the cafe door sounded. She raised her head to see who it was, and her eyes lit up. She clapped her hands together. “I’m over here, Ciara!
Ciara turned her head, dimples appearing in her cheeks. “Sonia, you look on edge.”
“I’m so excited to see you!” Sonia exclaimed before running toward Ciara. The two sat down and Sonia said, “You’re so bad! We haven’t seen each other for so long. Did you not miss me at all?
“Why do you say that? Of course I missed you,” Ciara saíd affectionately as she leaned over and pinched Sonia’s cheek playfully.
Sonia snorted at this, and took out the flash drive from her bag. “This is what you came for. Lynch is going to attend the fashion banquet in three days’ time. No media is allowed; it’s very private. You can’t get in without an invitation.”
Taking the flash drive, Ciara asked, “How am I going to get an invitation?”
“It’s an exclusive banquet. It’s not easy to get one Sonia scratched her head, lost in thought. And then something crossed her mind. She knocked on the table excitedly. “You know what? I have the guest list. It took some work getting it. You can take a look and see if you know anyone on there. There must be plus ones at an event like this. If there’s anyone you know, they could take you with them.”
Ciara nodded, her hopes rising again. “Let me see the list.”
Sonia opened the document on her laptop and turned the screen to face Ciara. “This isn’t the full version, but it was the best I could get.”
“It’ll be enough.” Ciara scanned quickly through the list and noticed some familiar names. Calypso, the vice president of the BRD Group and Ivan, the Italian designer she had met the day before.
After considering the options, she pulled out Ivan’s business card from her purse and dialed his number.
The phone connected and she said her name.
On the other side of the phone, Ivan sounded very enthusiastic. “I’m glad to hear from you so soon after our meeting How can I help you, Ms. Mitchell?”