Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ novel Chapter 95

Drinking aftermath “Are you worried, Cora?” Jack couldn’t hide his amusement. “I can almost smell jealousy coming from you!”

“It might sound irrational to you, but there’s something like a female instinct, and it screams that I shouldn’t underestimate the fact that Aren’s ex-girlfriend suddenly appeared in the city, ” I said. “I’m aware that it is quite shallow of me to worry about his ex while he is still unconscious. Nonetheless, it bothers me more now that I’ve just heard how Aren couldn’t cope with her leaving him. What if someone brought her here on purpose? What if it was someone who knew how much she meant to Aren and wanted to mess him up?”

“Don’t you think that you are a little bit paranoid, Cora?” Chris mocked. “Aren seemed to be happy with you. I doubt that he would take a trip down memory lane and reminisce about some chick that double-crossed him.”

I frowned and clenched my fist. “He already did! He had nightmares the night after someone sent him pictures of her, walking around the streets of New York! And you seriously think that I have nothing to worry about?!”

They both stayed silent for more than a minute. I could see the mocking grins disappear from their expressions and give way to hesitation and concern. Nonetheless, they didn’t want to admit that it was something that I should worry about. “Let’s just focus on Aren’s health right now, OK?” Jack tossed before getting up to refill our drinks.

Their avoiding the subject was like they were admitting that I was right. Yet, of course, my main concern was Aren and his condition. The doctor said that all of his parameters returned

to normal, and there was no reason for him to stay in a coma, and yet, he didn’t wake up…

I felt lonely and weak without him. Perhaps the main reason why I kept drowning myself in work was that I had trouble facing my helplessness.

“I’m tired…” I mumbled, sipping another glass of whiskey. “What did you say?” Chris’s words made me realize that my thoughts became audible. It was no sense in denying what I’d just said. “I said that I am tired,” I repeated with a bitter sinile.

Chris straightened up in his seat. “Are you sleepy? I have a guestroom upstairs. There’s a quite comfortable bed, so you can just “No, I’m not sleepy…” I chuckled softly. “I think I’m just tired of being so weak.” “You are not weak!” Jack and Chris protested almost simultaneously, making me burst out into sour laughter.

“Thanks, guys, but I really mean it… If that Lanfen even showed up, I wouldn’t even know how to punch her! Not to mention that I’ve already stepped into Aren’s world where people have real guns, and I do not even know where to look for a trigger!” I whined.

“I can teach you!” Jack declared, painting a smug grin on his face. I blinked my eyes at him, processing. “Teach me… what?”

“I can teach you how to shoot,” he said confidently. “That’s not a bad idea, Cora. Jack is an excellent sniper… He managed to shoot me and I’m not an easy target.” Chris snorted, making me wonder if he actually meant what he said, or if he was joking “Are you guys serious or not?” I smiled nervously, trying to read their expression. “We’re serious!” they responded immediately, and then Chis added, “And I will teach you how to fight.” A peal of hysteric laughter escaped my throat as I watched them, determined to train me in shooting and combat. Even in my mind, this sounded like the worst idea ever. Nonetheless, I said, “All right, let’s do it,” and then quickly drank what was left in my glass.

***

I ended up sleeping in Chris’s guestroom. Of course, I wanted to take a taxi, but Jack and Chris both objected, convincing me that Aren Lan’s wife should not go anywhere by herself in the middle of the night. When I tried to tell them that they were acting all-paranoic, they reminded me of my recent kidnapping and the fact that I was currently running a multibillion dollar company. Finally, I was forced to surrender since my alcohol-soaked brain was unable to produce any more logical arguments.

I woke up with the worst hangover I had felt in years. I crawled out of the bed, trying to keep my head in a steady position, but frankly, doing it was like a mission impossible. Thankfully, Chris was sober enough to send a message to Benjamin so that he could bring my bag with clothes and my phone from the clinic. Once I took a shower and changed, Chris called me down for breakfast. I knew that I was already late, but somehow I couldn’t refuse the smell of freshly ground coffee.

“Good morning!” Chris sang as if yesterday’s alcohol had had zero effect on him. “Morning,” I said hoarsely, my gaze fixed on the cup of coffee on the table. “Chocolate croissants coming right up,” Chris called out while bending down to take the plate out of the oven.