Billionaire's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24 In just a few short minutes, she was back in the dining room looking down at a spread of hot buttermilk pancakes, bacon, ham and eggs, fruit, freshly brewed coffee, and a selection of freshly squeezed juices. Her eyes widened in awe. “Is this all for me?” she asked Marcel. “Yes, Miss Chelsea, and Mr. Brown left a note for you.” He pointed at a white envelope placed on a small silver tray beside her plate. Her name has been written in cursive in the middle of it. “Is there anything else you require, Miss Chelsea?” “No, Marcel. That will be all. Thank you. And please, just call me Chelsea,” she said with a warm smile.

He nodded and left me for her breakfast. She sat down slowly and gazed again at the array of breakfast items in front of her, but soon her interest returned to the envelope. What could Dave have written in it? Bastard. She thought.

The nerve. Minutes later, she found herself devouring a lot more breakfast than she anticipated. Not eating much last night has apparently caught up with her. After she thanked Marcel and the rest of the servants as they cleared the remaining food and utensils, her eyes drifted back over to the note. Okay, you have refuelled with a good, hearty breakfast. Just open it already, Chelsea. She reached out for it and carefully opened it. Inside is a single piece of paper: Chelsea, her offer is still open. I hope you will reconsider the position. In your room, Marcel has laid out an outfit for you to wear to the office. her driver, Eddy, will take you.

– Brown

What a fucking nerve? He couldn’t possibly…

Damn it! It was tempting.

Letting out a sharp breath, she began to sweat with both dread and anticipation. He wants

her to start work today? When she only just got back into the country yesterday? How could he be this inconsiderate? She sighed and closed her eyes for a minute. After rising from her seat, she made her way back upstairs to her bedroom.

As soon as she walked in, true to Dave’s word, was a gorgeous pressed little black dress, a pearl

necklace, a pair of diamond-studded earrings, and some expensive heels. This is

her work uniform? How could he be such an asshole? He knew she would love it.

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She almost does not want to put this all on. What these items cost could feed her kids back in Kenya for the rest of their lives. Maybe even their education. God. Her stay there changed the very essence of her belief in life. It certainly mends the missing pieces of her broken heart.

Giving in to her alter ego, who reminds her of why she took this job – to steal money from the rich or to break her heart even more – she went to shower and dress. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she was in total awe of her transformation. It’s been

a year since she indulged herself in luxurious clothing. In Kenya, she was limited to a pair of worn-out jeans or shorts and a few tank tops. The unbearable heat left her with very limited options for clothing. She also got used to not caring about her appearance. There was no need for makeup or to shave her legs all the time. Not that she was ever the type to get dolled up anyway. But as she stares intently into the large full-length mirror in her bedroom, she has to admit that she has never looked more stunning again. The old Chelsea was back And for the first time since arriving at the mansion, she let herself smile.

Then Dave’s driver, an old Asian man, glided the sleek, silver pearl Range Rover away from Sebastian’s mansion and into downtown London. She cannot help but feel like a VIP cruising down the highway while adoring fans wait anxiously to catch a glimpse of her gorgeous face hidden behind the tinted windows. Well, her time being a celebrity was long gone, and now she hated the idea of being in the chaotic world of modelling After almost thirty minutes on the busy road, they finally pulled up outside a large skyscraper in the middle of London. “Here we are, Miss Chelsea,” Eddy says, turning his head back to her. She remained firmly seated in her seat. Her palms were sweaty and she was way too anxious. Not that a call from Jane and Catherine would be nothing but chaotic. The latter arranged a dinner meeting and talked about Jane’s upcoming second wedding.

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“Welcome to Brown Inc., Miss,” the old man continued. “I do hope you enjoy your first day.” “Thank you, Eddy. That makes two of us. Do I just call you when I am ready to be picked up?” “Oh no, Miss Chelsea. Mr. Brown has informed me that you will be accompanying him back home.”

“Oh…okay,” she answered back, somewhat startled by the statement. Me and Dave? In a car together? Alone? Oh, God…