In Her Pond: The CEO’s Obsession

---- Chapter 12 Aloveless engagement stood no chance against a resurrected first love, or so Hubert believed. When he got home, Susan threw herself into his arms, sobbing hysterically. "Did you see the news? That shameless girl married someone else! Didn't I tell you from the start she was trouble?" "She doesn't know I'm alive. If she did, she'd leave him for m2 He shook her off irritably. "Take down those memorial photos in the living room. They're depressing." But when he opened the bedroom door, he froze. The room was a mess.

The glass from their favorite framed photo lay shattered across the floor. On the photo wall, every picture of them had been torn clean inhalf. Enraged, he called out, "Mom! Did you do this? You didn't like her, fine, you drove her out. But why the hell did you destroy ---- everything?" "T swear it wasn't me! That ungrateful girl did it herself! You think I've got time for childish tantrums like that?" "Don't lie to me! Look at these photos, every single one has her face scratched out! Why would she do that to herself?

You need to get your temper under control!" The more he spoke, the angrier he got. "You should go back home for a while. I never should've brought you here. If you hadn't driven her away, maybe she wouldn't have rushed into that engagement." Susan collapsed to the floor in tears. (Finally, some well-deserved family drama!] [{LMAO, he really thought she did this out of spite? She erased her face because she didn't want to leave a single trace of herself there, genius.] On the day of the wedding, I actually saw Hubert. He looked certain that I'd drop everything for him the moment I saw him.

In the rearview mirror, I caught a glimpse of him running after the car, shouting my name, before two security guards ---- pinned him to the ground. Inthe car, Liam glanced at me. "What are you looking at?" "A clown." I smiled. He looked at me, his lips curving into a gentle smile. "Don't just watch the clown. Look at me too." Night fell. It was our wedding night. Liam was in unusually high spirits today after getting forced to drink quite a lot. When he entered the room, he was slightly tipsy. He pulled off his tie, unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, and lay on the bed.

The defined lines of his chest rose and fell with his breathing, the air thick with sensual tension. My heartbeat quickened uncontrollably. He lay on the bed motionless. He was drunk, so he probably couldn't do that kind of thing, ---- right? Thinking that, I got up to grab my nightgown and head to the shower. But as I passed him, he caught my wrist. He pulled me toward him, and I fell right on top of him. " Where are you going?" "Tm taking a shower..." "Can Ikiss you?" Tmurmured a soft "mm." He cupped the back of my neck and kissed me.

But somehow, as the kiss deepened, I went from being on top to beneath him. From a teasing brush to a full invasion, he took every breath from my lungs. Feeling something stirring, I pressed my palms lightly against his chest. "Liam, I want to shower first." "Alright." He released me. ---- Then, unbuttoning his shirt, he bent down, scooped me into his arms, and headed toward the bathroom. "Tcan actually bathe myself." "T know."