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.

even considering having momentary fun while he was unconscious. Yet then I reminded myself that I used to think the same 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

the Brooklyn Bridge. “We’re going to my place,” Chris replied, taking a turn on Charles Street and heading toward

jeans instead of those combat pants… which didn’t bring me any closer to finding out anything more about him. I knew that Aren trusted him, and that made me trust him as well, but that didn’t change the fact that I wanted to punch him for using such methods on me. Once we’d arrived at the spot, I finally got untied. As I got out of the car, I realized that we had stopped

the balcony.

deeper

pulled me into the apartment. “Come

at the corner of the hall that opened to a big kitchen. He sat on the other sofa in front of mine. My eyes directed at the kitchen quickly widened in shock again as I saw 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

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 guessed that they enjoyed watching me eat a bit too much. The wide grins on

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

time I enjoyed eating

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

planet when it comes to money and investment.” He crossed

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

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