His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 133

[MIA]

I woke up with the other side of the bed being empty and cold, and I stirred. I had fallen asleep last night when I excused myself to rest after dinner (courtesy of the medicines) in Alex’s bed.

He wasn’t here.

How I woke up the last time I was here fills my memory, with his hand strangling me.

I missed his touch.

I missed my husband’s touch.

My eyes flickered open to see him sprawled across the couch, and my heart fell a little bit. He was so big, literally. Taller than the length of the couch, his legs on the arm rest and his palm below his head because there was no space to rest it elsewhere.

He slept on the couch because of all the times I had screamed at him to get away from me when he tried to come closer. He hadn’t even worn a blanket despite the freezing temperature the room was at.

I took the blanket I was wearing, softly spreading it over him, careful not to wake him.

I just stared at his peaceful face, no frown lines whatsoever, and jumped when his eyes snapped open.

“Good morning,” he wished me in a raspy voice.

My heart skipped a beat. “Did I wake you up?”

“No. I was already awake.”

“You looked asleep,” I say in a small voice. “I thought you might be feeling cold. It’s freezing in here.”

“I tried raising the temperature when I came to the room, but you started stirring awake. I guess my wife likes the freezing temperature, huh?” He teased.

My wife.

Oh, dear heart,

sorry you had to sleep on the couch because of

I was working here and I fell

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Thite my lower lip. “It’s pretty

in the

his spine before cracking his knuckles. His bruised knuckles. How did I not notice them earlier?

dried blood, Alex?” I ask in a smaller voice than earlier, contemplating if I should

far.” He chuckles like it’s not a big deal. “Are you hungry? You

nod, my stomach rumbling a little.

want to go out?” He offers. “There’s this breakfast place around the corner. We can go?”

enthusiastically, a small smile breaking out on my

we were both showered, dressed

guards?” I teased when we walked side by side. “Does Alex King really

figured it would make you

happy.” I smile, “So, what’s the story behind this breakfast

! and Aurora were six and Ronan must be like one? We used to grab breakfast here before Dad left for

I can’t help but smile too. “That must be such a lovely

burn. My parents weren’t exactly shocked when I figured out what Uncle Damien actually did, or when I wanted to spend time with him over the my summer holidays. They were just terrified for my life, but they didn’t want to lose me by trying to control me. Hence, I joined the mafia. You always ask, here’s

would lie if I said I wasn’t disappointed. “A knack for adventure?”

expect? A sob story?”

“Yeah. Of sorts.”

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people are just born psychopaths, baby. I wasn’t made.”

not a psychopath.” I bite my lower lip. “You’re crazy, but

cupcake? Should I

blush while Alex pushes the glass doors of the cafe for me, holding it like a total gentleman.

I mutter to Alex, and he blinks in confusion before following my gaze to