Author's note: Before we start, I'd like to apologise for the mixed up of the chapters. I've edited chapter 129 and 130 but the changes haven't been reflected in chapter 129. I've contacted my editor on this, will inform you once the changes are reflected so you guys can read the revised one! Keep in mind that this chapter is the continuation of the revised chapters so you may want to wait till it's (finally!) reflected or just read and go back to those two chapters once the revised one comes out. Sorry again! 😭***It has only been four days but I feel like this is the worst silent treatment he has ever given me. Four days ago, on the Christmas Eve, he had to wait for a good half an hour at the freezing parking area because I needed to create some excuses first in order to escape my family before finally going downstairs to hand him the car key. Only when he asked for his phone, I realised I forgot to bring it along but desperately not wanting to alarm my family of my disappear

“I wouldn’t mind if you want to continue your extra curricular activity, you know.” Perhaps that will improve your mood tremendously instead of being this icy prince.“I’m sure you’ve got a few in the cart, all you need to do is pick up your phone and call Cupcake, tell them you want one delivered today.” To be honest, I need him to be in a better mood because I’m sick of getting this cold treatment, especially tonight since we’re going to a New Year party that I’m sure will be attended by everyone from his social circle. I’d appreciate a warm partner rather than one who treats me as if I’m an arm candy- and just that. “Today might be 31st of December but I’m one hundred percent sure there will be someone who’s going to pick up your call.” Don’t forget I also used them in the past so I know how top-notch their service is. “Orrrrrr, if you want me to call them on your behalf, yeah I can do that too!” I jump off the couch I’ve been occupying since morning and run eagerly towards his p

"Don't look at me like that!" My arms fly to the chest area when he stares at every inch of my body, as if I'm a display at an art gallery. He growls disapprovingly and grabs both hands by the wrist so they'd stay on each side, and when the girls are out in the open again he smiles in satisfaction.I'm still sitting on his lap but the top of my pyjamas has already been removed by his sneaky hands when I was being distracted by the kiss, and now he is using his strength to stop me from concealing my eager twins- these hard pebbled nipples are revealing my secret of how turned on I am. "Stop it, Luc." Pretty sure my face is flushed with embarrassment. I'm already unconscious with my new figure, it doesn't help when he is observing me this way. "Stop what? I might never get this opportunity again so I'm going to memorise every bit of it. Starting from this magnificent view.""Magnifying view, you mean." I murmur to myself which he immedia

Instead of going to my place at the middle floor, his finger opts for the highest button on the elevator’s panel making me shocked at the revelation, “You bought the penthouse to store your clothes?!”He grins innocently while I’m still digesting how I’ve missed this fact eventhough he has occupied it since a month ago, going back and forth to shower and change, a daily trip that never crossed my mind it would be to the biggest unit in the building- I thought it is just another apartment the size of mine. We step off the elevator once the door is opened, and I gasp upon realising there is only one unit at this level. How crazy can this get? He basically owns the floor! Instead of the traditional lock-and-key the apartments at this building use, he installed the advanced fingerprint-scanning at the door, similar to the one he has at Maison de Verdue. I’m impressed but since I’m somewhat used to this system, I’m sure what’s inside would impress me more hence the excitement I’m trying

Thankfully my boys are home an hour later so he proceeds to taking care of them while I sooth myself in the bedroom, watching a show to stop this tired body and mind from overthinking- I’ve done enough of those upstairs. We don’t talk to each other for the whole week, but everything remains the same; we still sleep on the same bed, still go to the office together, and he would kiss my tummy and rub it at every opportunity he gets, everything is such a norm that we do not need to utter a word to each other. The trial week is over without any action in it, I guess he won’t be subscribing then. “Are you coming tonight?” Liz asks when we are waiting for the meeting with our contractor to start. Most of the employees take a long holiday for Christmas and New Year so the company opts for the New Year party to be held on the first Friday of the year, which is tonight. “I don’t know,” I answer while caressing my tummy, hinting that I might be too tired to attend, “I don’t even have a dre