The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Dive Into The Rabbit Hole Again

"Are you okay?" Tori asked, probably worried, because I was chuckling at random.

I sighed heavily before rubbing my forehead. "I’m in a dark place, Tori. I’m lost in a way I can’t find myself anymore, and it’s scary. It’s only been like three months, and it already seems like I’m losing my fucking mind. I don’t wanna talk about it because i-it’s complicated, very."

My breath came off harsh as I offloaded what’s on my chest, and even though not everything, I pray she didn’t question for more answers.

There was silence from her side before she spoke. "Do you want me to come over?"

"I will come to you."

"Okay. Have some rest, munchkin, you need it."

"I will." I forced a smile even though she couldn’t see me.

The call ended, and I dropped the phone on the tray, eyeing the finished breakfast. I can’t believe I ate all of that. I must’ve been really hungry.

I set the tray down and forced myself to stand. I neared the mirror, taking in my appearance from head to toe. Ares had dressed me in a nude nightdress, and the heating pad still hung around my waist. I lifted the rim of my nightie to check the marks on my thigh; it looked like he had something applied to it, and it wasn’t as red as it was before.

I released the material and walked out of the room. My bare feet tapped against the floor, eyes roaming the corridor until I got to the gym. From the glass, I saw Ares hanging on the pull-up bar.

I pushed open the door, my eyes dipped to the dressing on his lower abdomen, thankfully, no dot of blood. The sweat glistened all over his bare chest, showing he must have been at this for a while now.

"Are you sure you should be doing that?" I asked. "You’ll get the stitch reopened again."

A bitterness found my mouth when I recalled hitting him there. He deserved it, but I still felt like shit.

Ares brought his chin down, and our eyes connected. I think we stayed like that for over a minute before he came down with ease.

He grabbed the towel to dampen his chest. "You should be in bed."

"I’m on my period, not pregnant," I stated before I got down to business. "Don’t ever mess with my phone again, it’s annoying."

He took the bottle of water next, saying nothing to me as he gulped down the entire thing.

"Second..." I raised my phone for him to see the picture. "Last night seems like a success; our picture is plastered all over social media now. This is hotter than when I first came out as Mrs. King. The rumors of your cheating are like it never happened. They honestly believe someone was trying to sabotage the Midnight Pair and created a Photoshop image to do that."

He neared me, and my fucking eyes had to descend to observe every rip of those muscles painted in sweat.

I forced my eyes back to his face, shutting down my horny brain. "I went through the comments too, the good and the bad. For once, the good numbers are in our favour. Midnightians are convinced Ares King is madly in love with his wife."

"I don’t do love, Catherine."

I blinked, not one bit surprised, the contract already stated that out clearly. Who would be crazy enough to give their heart to the devil? Naomi did, and what did she get out of it?

I searched the news, but there was nothing about any death information. I found some relief, maybe because Ares, as a murderer, didn’t sit well with me. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

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