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Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 78

Summary for Chapter 78: Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies

Summary of Chapter 78 – A pivotal chapter in Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies by Quirinus Amalia

The chapter Chapter 78 is one of the most intense moments in Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies, written by Quirinus Amalia. With signature elements of the Internet genre, this part of the story reveals deep conflicts, shocking revelations, and decisive character changes. A must-read for anyone following the narrative.

Mam, this way," Nora spoke and took me to the other side, and I looked at him in a questioning manner.

"The press is still outside, so we are leaving from the backside." His words give me a little relief, as I am not ready to face a few more questions again.

I looked back as if Blake were coming, but I did not find him anywhere. Why do I care? He will come if he wants to, and it's better. He is not coming, so at least I will have something with me.

We reach the mansion after some time. Nora opens the door and leaves to park the car, and I walk to the door and ring the bell as I don't have the keys to the house, and anyway, rich people don't keep keys as they always have people at their service whenever they need them. I rolled my eyes at this, though.

A girl opened the door, and I took her up and down. She was wearing a skimpy one-piece nightie, and the view was horrible for me. My mind was clouded with many questions suddenly.

Who is she? And how she is opening the door with such clothes.

"Who are you?" She looked at me from top to toe, and somehow, I did not like her attitude even a bit.

Already I am in a foul mood, and I hope she does not add to it.

"And who are you asking this of me?" I asked in the same manner.

"Mom, please get inside. You will catch a cold." I heard Nora speak politely and look at the girl.

"Miss Smith steps aside." He told a girl, and she gave a threatening look to Nora, which he returned the same way.

I wanted to laugh at her audacity. I mean, she is trying to threaten Nora. But then, when Nora did not back off, she stepped aside, and I walked towards the room, or, to be precise, Blake's room.

Already today, so much drama has been done, and I don't want more.

"Who is she?" She asked Nora, I guess.

"The one you should not mess with," I said, walking ahead into the room.

I took a shower, walked out wearing a bathrobe, and looked for my stuff but found nothing. And I was too tired to look for my stuff right now, so I wore a T-shirt, walked to his closet, and opened it.

I noticed a few of the girls' clothes were already set in his closet, and when I looked closely, they looked new, so I wore one of them and walked towards the bed.

After laying on the bed, I look up at the ceiling to rewind today's event.

I wonder why people are still thinking I am Mrs .Jensen.

Why has he not declared our separation?

Is he still in love with me? He is behaving like this because he is angry at me.

But I don't see anger in his eyes. His eyes hold hatred for me. Not only hate, but some different spark I see in his eyes, which I don't understand at all.

And Nathan? What did he do with Sam? I sure saw nothing great about the way he was dragging her out.

I will call him tomorrow.

I closed my eyes, and as I was already exhausted mentally and physically, sleep instantly took over me.

Next Day

When I woke, it looked dark, but little rays were coming from the gap of the curtain; hence, it was late in the morning.

Gosh, how much do I sleep nowadays? I sat on my bed and yawned while starching my hand against my head. I looked around my room, and my eyes stuck on my bed, and I saw someone sleeping naked or maybe half-naked next to me.

Blake.

He was sleeping on his tummy, and his face was covered with hair coming from his forehead.

My fingers itch to roam in his hair, but then last night's challenge came to mind, and my morning went from good to bad in no time.

I don't know what he is planning. I am sure his evil mind must have something that will force me to do as he says.

Tears instantly pooled in my eyes, and I once again looked at the person I used to love to the core.

"First Daddy and then you. Next time, if you both do this, I am going to talk to you both." She said this while pouting and I giggled at hearing it.

My eyes went on Blake for a second, and I noticed he was looking at us again with no expression.

I ignored him and looked at the girl, who was looking at us with a shocked expression on her face. But when I kept on feeling her stare at me, I again looked up and noticed she was still looking at us as if trying to read my every movement.

Raising my eyebrow, I give her a ‘what?' look, and she instantly looks at Blake's side with a fake smile on her face.

I talked to Bella for a bit, ignoring everyone around, and asked her how she did yesterday. Meanwhile, I noticed the maid came with my breakfast and one more plate with a sunny side up.

The maid placed it in front of me, and again she gave another plate to that girl, and she nodded at her as if she owned this place. The poor maid went out after I gave her the plate. One thing is clear: all fear her.

But why?

Gosh, I wonder how every time Blake gets amazing staff from around the world?

Last time, her nanny, and this time she, I don't know what else I have left to see.

But well, I have decided not to mess with anyone here and mind my own business. I look at my plate, and after placing it back with Bella, I start eating while listening to Bella's chit-chat.

We stop talking when Blake's phone rings. "Yes, Hmm, ok Mail Me. No, I am not coming to the office today or tomorrow. Yeah, shift the meeting to next week. Hmm Did you send it? Hmm" Saying he hung up.

So he is going to stay home for two days. Wow! I should check how many unread books I have for two days. I want to keep myself somewhere and stay away from his eyes.

"Sir" My running horse stopped when I heard Nora, and I looked up and saw a file in his hand.

Blake opened that file, and I don't know why, but I was looking at him, and he looked up at me and smirked.

My heart dropped to my pit, looking at him.

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