His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 7

I cannot develop a crush on Gabriel Whitlock.

There was an unspoken rule in the universe that said you cannot fall for your fake husband who is paying a hefty sum of money to get rid of you in about five and half months from now

But to be fair, I did not have a crush on him. I didn’t like him as a person, at all. I found him cocky, arrogant and borderline

annoying.

The only thing I did find him, is hot, Undeniably hot. So, I was physically attracted to him.

I still hated his guts, but I also thought that my fake husband would be good to have in bed.

Not a crush. That felt good and convincing, and a tat bit shameless.

The next morning, there was no sign of Gabriel again and that didn’t surprise me at all. I was actually a little relieved, knowing this would give time for my physical attraction to pass.

1 took the day to visit my grandfather after an early lunch, who was staying with Gabriel’s grandparents for a last few days before he returned home. I spent the afternoon to him, avoiding the topic of my marriage as far as I could. But in the evening, when Gabriel’s grandmother joined us with tea, I knew it was inescapable.

“I have been convincing Jim to stay here,” She said; passing a cup to me. “It’s just me and Alister here, and Alister is always working. He’s stayed home more this week to spend time with Jim than he has in forty-three years of our marriage.”

My grandpa laughed. “He’ll get bored of me soon.”

I’m serious, Jim.” She told him. “It’s good having you here. And this way, you can even be close to Sofia and your health will be better taken care of.

“I agree, Grandpa,” I said softly, “You can even stay with me. Gabriel’s house is way too big for just the two of us.”

Gabriel’s grandmother, Leila, passed me a sympathetic smile. “I must get lonely there, hm?” There was something in her tone that said she knew the loneliness wasn’t because of the huge house, but because of being alone in it because her grandson was never around..

“Could you please pass me more sugar?” I dismissed what she had asked me with a little smile and change of topic, “And yes she is right, Grandpa. I will always worry about your health if you’re alone there.”

“Oh, I’m not a child. I can take care of myself.”

fourth voice echoed in the living

My eyes widened.

No, not at Alister.

his grandson, who was walking behind him, eyes fixed on the tabloid in his hand. I don’t think he even saw

glance to his audience, but

quiet in the room,

was

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intimidating man, his brown eyes were fixed on his

to tell me every place she goes in a

wasn’t amused. “She’s your

an adult,” He

“Gabriel-”

what my plan was for today, but I decided to come here after lunch today, I didn’t want to disturb Gabriel at work, or else he

known.

softened. “Very well.” I offered him a small smile while his eyes turned back to his grandson. “You’re taking your

can’t, actually. I’ve got a

you’re taking her

“I can’t-”

“No discussions.”

shut up. For the entirety of the next thirty minutes we were there, he silently glared

puppy.

though it was just the two of us there,

middle class

Uber,” I offer

and without arguing, I slid in. He shut the door

asked, his eyes flickering

said, “I’m cancelling

have to do that,”

“Freckles-”

seriously. I can