Summary of Chapter 93 – A turning point in Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies by Quirinus Amalia
Chapter 93 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.
Ava'S POV
It's been one and a half months since the last time I spent time with Blake, when he took us to the farmhouse.
I giggled, thinking about what had happened that day.
Flashback
"Princess, are you ready to go?" Blake spoke while coming into Bella's room.
"Yes, dad." Bella chirps happily, and I wonder how easily she has accepted Blake as his dad.
I got up and closed the luggage bag. Taking my handbag in hand.
Blake glances at me. I don't know why, but we are both avoiding each other like the plague. Though we still sleep together in the same room, we do not physically touch or have any emotions attached.
Sometimes I leave for work early, and sometimes he does, so we don't see each other in the morning. And in the night, he always comes late, and by then I have dozed off.
But I have no complaints about it because I have made up my mind. once flowed with emotion, but not now.
I am here for Bella, and I guess he has a board of me already after we had our two-day bunny fucking session, which is kind of good for me because I know for a fact that no matter how much I try, if he initiates anything, it will be difficult for a fool like me not to reciprocate.
"Let's go." He glanced at me, and I saw he was holding Bella in his arms, so let's go for me. So I nodded yes and started walking behind.
I looked at his back, and today he looked diffident, wearing loose linen pants, a casual shirt, and sunglasses hanging at the front.
I looked down at myself, and I was wearing something similar to his but in different colors. Thank God that at least sometimes I dress well apart from formal wear, or else I would have felt a little underdressed for sure today.
Princess, are you all ready to go?" I rolled my eyes and made a sad, boring face, hearing the annoying voice of my life nowadays.
Guess who???
Right, Camilla the chameleon.
I saw a bag in her hand and one piece of luggage lying beside her.
‘Oh, so she is also coming.' I concluded by nodding to myself.
"Of course she has to because our dear Mr. Jensen surely needs a bunny fucking session there.' I gulped, thinking about them bitterly, and suddenly I just lost all my excitement to go.
"Sir, there is a minor problem." I look up when I hear Nora's voice.
"And what is it?" He asked while adjusting Bella's shades.
"Sir, there is some construction work going on the way to the farmhouse, so we won't be able to go on the same route." He finished, and as if God had heard my request, I felt sudden happiness, and a smile broke on my lips, but I hid it before anyone noticed.
I looked at Camilla the chameleon, and she had a sad face.
‘Oh my-my, did God spoil your plan, bitch?' I thought about smirking and pulled out a piece of gum from the packet I was holding and put it in my mouth. I was all set to see the next drama. Haa
I looked at Bella and noticed how her face fell, and Blake was looking at her sadly, too. Even everyone looked at her wobbly lips, and I knew she was about to cry.
"But nothing to worry about, baby Bella. We have already sorted this out." Nora spoke with a small smile, looking at Bella before I walked to her to comfort her.
"Sir Swan will be here in two minutes." He looked at Blake, his lips twitching sideways, and he nodded to Nora.
I don't know why, but I chuckle, looking at her confused state. I have completely forgotten about her while looking at Bella's happiness.
I look back and notice it's a six-seater chopper, and five seats are already occupied.
‘Oh, my-my, what will lover boy do now? Is he going to sacrifice his seat for this gorilla?' I looked back and forth between her and Blake.
I pushed my head a little out, and my mouth started chewing my gum faster than normal as I was too eager to know what Blake would do, and my back and forth was still on.
Her ugly puppy face went unnoticed by me and Blake's frustration, either.
I rub my palms in excitement and still look at them with curiosity while smashing my gum again and again in my mouth. I know it must be a hell of a difficult situation for Blake, but boy, you yourself created this; now suffer, I thought, chuckling.
Neither he can lessen the security nor let me out because he knows Bella won't go without me either without him, so he has no other option but to say no to her. ' Haha, gosh, please give me such a situation every day. It's so much fun.
I looked at her for some time, but how he looked at her, I couldn't see his expression because his side was clear for me but not the entire face.
"We don't have space. Get back to the mansion." Blake ordered and settled in his seat.
I looked at her sad face. I felt bad for her, but, well, again, I can't do anything for her.
"She looked at me when she caught me looking at her and started gritting her teeth.'' Well, I did not eat your chicken, darling.
Get mad at your man, not at me.' I smirk looking at her, and I shouldn't feel bad for a person like her. She deserves this type of insult more often. At least she should also get a test of her own medicine.
I saw many times how she insults household staff, but the moment she sees me or Blake, she becomes all goody-two-shoes.

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