Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 93

His friends

I was still extremely pissed at Jack and Chris for treating me this way, but apparently, my glaring daggers at them only brought them more amusement. Luckily, the tape Chris used wasn’t too strong, and I finally managed to glue off the piece that was gagging me.

“Seriously guys?!” I yelled. “You could have told me what you were planning, not kidnap me!”

Chris, who was driving the car, snorted. “Really? Do you want us to believe that you would willingly leave your husband even if you haven’t left the clinic for the last eight days?”

I wanted to protest, but when I opened my mouth I realized that there was no way I would have left Aren. I already felt anxious, as I had left his room nearly ten minutes ago, wondering if he had started to wake up while I was away from him.

“I don’t want him to see that I’m not there when he wakes up…” I mumbled.

Jack, who was sitting in the passenger’s front seat, turned around and looked at me with a frown. “Cora, you must be aware that this is insane. He would never have blamed you for going away, sleeping, resting… or drinking with us.”

“Although I wouldn’t be so sure about that last one,” Chris added, smirking.

way when my Grandma fell into a coma. I used to sleep by her bed as well. Then I spent hours talking to her every day, but after a while, I had to move on and live my life just to keep my sanity. With Aren, I was doing the exact opposite- I was losing my

pass the Brooklyn Bridge. “We’re going to my place,” Chris replied, taking a turn on

him for using such methods on me. Once we’d arrived at the spot, I finally got untied. As I got out

chuckled, watching my growing confusion. “Get yourself comfortable on the sofas near the balcony. Food and drinks are coming in just a moment,” he said,

deeper in

and pulled me into the

the cream sofas standing at the corner of the hall that opened to a big kitchen. He sat on

my surprise and quickly explained, “Chris is half-Scottish and half-Italian. His father was a soldier, so I guess that his fighting abilities are from him, but his Italian mother taught him how to cook, and sometimes I wonder if he wouldn’t be more successful as

as he chopped the onion at an incredible speed and then threw it into a frying pan. The mouthwatering smell of food instantly reminded me of how empty my stomach was. I bet that I must have resembled a lost puppy as I watched him finally put the pasta on the plates. I

tastes better with the wine.” Chris poured me a glass of Sauvignon Blanc, observing in amusement how I

last time I enjoyed eating that much. I hardly recalled what I had been eating from the moment Aren fell into a coma, but

than eager to shift the attention away from me and my condition and finally asked, “So Chris… what is it that you do for a living exactly? Are you from a wealthy family or something?” “A wealthy family?! No chance!” Chris burst into laughter. “I can afford all of this thanks

on the planet when it comes to money and investment.” He

won a lot of money, playing on my university’s campus, and then at the casino. I was planning to spend that money on some useless things, but then I got a new roommate, a smart guy who was planning to start his own business. I ended up investing all of my money in

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