Summary of Chapter 42 – A turning point in Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies by Quirinus Amalia
Chapter 42 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies, written by Quirinus Amalia. With the hallmarks of Internet literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.
"I can see Mr. Jensen is well planned in everything." I stated.
"Always Darling. Let us go now." kissing on my nose one last time, we headed towards the main door, and as usual, Car was waiting for us. Let us not forget about bodyguards.
The moment we reached the main door, I got a blackout because of a flash of cameras.
Shit, Paparazzi. God, how I hate them. I made faces looking at them, still sitting inside the car.
Blake went out first and opened the door for me. With hesitation, I came out, clasping his hand as if he would run away, leaving me here all alone.
He held my right hand to his left and his right hand to my waist protectively.
So, Mr. Jensen, finally we get to see Mrs. Jensen."
"Where have you hidden her?"
"Where was she?"
"Why are you keeping her away from the media?"
We were getting questions back-to-back. Blake ignored them, and we walked past them and entered the hall, and I finally took a deep breath of relief.
"Sorry about that. It went out of my head to inform you about the media." Blake spoke apologetically.
"Do not worry; I am fine," I said, and I looked ahead.
The hall is big, and at least 200–300 people have drinks in their hands, wearing expensive and elegant clothes that say I am rich, roaming here and there and showing their fake smiles to each other.
"Stay with me, ok?" Blake Mummer is in my ears, and I nod in agreement.
"Oh, my, look who I am graced to meet today." Some gentlemen spoke, coming ahead with some ladies, hand in hand.
‘Who are they talking about?' I thought, looking at them and sticking the fake smile on my face.
"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Pareira," Blake said politely, shaking hands with him.
"Good evening, Mr. Jensen, so finally we are pleased to meet the love of your life, Haan?" He spoke teasingly to Blake and nodded in agreement.
"Yes, and many times, please call me Blake," Blake said, looking at me and smiling.
‘At least I got to know they were talking about me. But am I the love of his life? When did this happen? I thought.
Are they sure they are talking about me? Or does he have someone else in his life? A mere thought spoiled my mood suddenly.'
"Ava Darling, you are looking beautiful." Mrs. Pareira spoke, looking at me and smiling.
‘So that means they were indeed talking about me? And that made me happy, and I showed them all the teeth I have.'
"Thank you, Mrs. Pareira. You are looking gorgeous. I hope you are enjoying the evening." I said it politely.
"Of course, Darling." She replied.
We chatted for a few minutes and then left to meet the other guests. Blake told me they are our business associates and family friends.
Blake's parents came to us the moment they saw us, and others left to greet some guests.
We met some more guests, and, to my surprise, they all knew about me. I wanted to ask Blake how, but I was not getting a chance because back-to-back people were coming to greet us.
My legs were hurting, and so were my cheeks because of the constant smile.
I look around to get a glimpse of Nathan and Sam, but my eyes are stuck on someone I least expect right at this moment.
MY FATHER
"Oh, come on, call me Eliana. After all, we are family." She spoke too sweetly, and I wanted to puke on her sugar-laced voice.
"Family or not, I would like to keep things formal unless Ava wants me to.'' He said he looked at me, and somehow I wanted to kiss his life out for his outstanding, cocky reply.
I looked at my father's face, and it hardened as if possible, and Elliana's face was worth watching.
I bit my smile inside but tightened my hold on Blake's hand, so he knew I appreciated his remark.
"Enjoy your evening. We have other guests to greet." He said he would drag me to the other side, and I obliged, grinning.
We met many guests. I even forgot the count, but then finally we sat on the designated chairs, and Blake went on stage to start the bet.
He addressed the audience gracefully, and my eyes were stuck on him like glue. Confidence was dripping from his body language, and he was aware of what he was doing and the impact people had on his words. The moment he finished his speech, the room burst out in a round of applause for him. For a mere second, our eyes met, and he shamelessly winked at me.
I looked around to see if anyone noticed or not, but to my dismay, everyone had noticed, and everyone was giving me a teasing smile.
Gosh, how do I want this floor to swallow me at this moment?
"When will the PDA stop?" I muttered my angry voice in his ear the moment he took the seat next to me.
"Not in this life." He spoke, looking here and there, nodding to everyone, and keeping an elegant smile on his face.
"We shall talk about this the moment we reach home. You get it." I again spoke, seething in anger.
"I have some other plans for today, so keep it for tomorrow." He shamelessly declined my order.
I smirked at hearing him. I know better what kind of plan he must have made. I looked at him and batted my lashes cunningly while he raised his one eyebrow in a questioning manner, but I again smirked, and then he got my point and shook his head the moment he understood what I was saying.
And I grin and nod, as if saying I will do exactly what he is thinking. I have a full plan for spoiling his plan for tonight.

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