Taming The CEO The Escaping Wife novel Chapter 92

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He responded nonchalantly, his gaze drifting irritably out the window, where not a soul could be seen under the streetlight, but all the lights were on in the servant quarters.

Those quarters were tucked away in a house behind the Ivory Towers, overshadowed by grand European-style villas and easily overlooked.

“Mrs. Ramirez, this is one of the better rooms,” the butler said “Are you satisfied with it?”

“It’s pretty good, thanks for that, Butler.”

How could this be good… It’s just a tiny space… Ugh.”

Letitia couldn’t help but chuckle, “I really think it’s quite nice.”

She had been dreaming of getting away from Elgin and having the bed to herself.

Sharing a room with him meant even breathing had to be on tiptoes.

Now, how liberating it was. She could peacefully work on her drawings until midnight, sleep till dawn, and toss and turn without any

restraint

“You’re too easy to please. the butler remarked. “Ms. Ward is just…

“She’s Elgin’s woman. Better not cross swords with her on my account, or she’ll come after you.”

After the butler left, Letitia was so elated she felt like doing a happy dance.

Having Shela move into Ivory Towers was annoying as heck, but if it meant trading that for the freedom to sleep on her own, it was worth it

After all the title of Mrs. Ramirez was never really hers, and the divorce was around the corner. Once it was done, she’d be free from any emotional entanglement with Elgin.

Suddenly her heart twinged with a slow, dull pain.

Letitia clutched at her chest and turned to freshen up.

That night was the most restful sleep Letitia had had since arriving at Ivory Towers!

She had a dreamless night, waking up at dawn!

She stretched mightily. Time to rise and shine!”

But as soon as she stepped out the door, she bumped into Shela, who stood there, arms folded, with a coy smile. “Looks like you had a good night’s sleep.”

“Indeed, a very good one.

Typical lowlife luck, Shela spat. “Can’t handle the deluxe master bedroom, so you settle for pigsty living

Letitia fired back, You finally clawed your way into the master bedroom of Ivory Towers, must’ve been exhausting pulling all those tricks

“At least it’s better than your pigsty!”

“You look all bright and perky. Elgin didn’t touch you last night?” Letitia inquired, “Or maybe… you didn’t sleep together at all?”

Hit the nail on the head, Shela was hopping mad, ‘We… we slept in separate rooms, for safety!”

“Safety? What, for the baby?”

“Yes!”

“If Elgin’s not into you, he’s not into you No excuses, no self-deception, Letitia shrugged. “When I was with him, he was always…”

Letitia trailed off, leaving the implication hanging

Predictably, Shela looked like she was about to explode.

“You vixen, what sorcery do you use to bewitch men so completely!”

“Want to know?” Letitia teased with a sly crook of her finger, “Come here, I’ll teach you a trick that’s guaranteed to work!”

Shela’s heart raced at the prospect. Could there really be a way? She’d better learn it!

“You you’ll really teach me?”

“Of course, come here”

Shela dagerly leaned in, ready to learn a trick to wrap Elgin around her finger.

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And then, all she got was a “PH!!”

Shela was even more frantic but tried not to show it, merely nodding, “Okay okay.”

She’d agree for now, she couldn’t keep refusing, or Mr. Ramirez would get suspicious!

She needed to consult her father about what to do!

After Elgin and Letitia left for the company, Shela immediately headed to the psychiatric hospital to find Mark

“Dad,” she said anxiously, “Mr. Ramirez mentioned he’s arranged a prenatal check-up and will be taking me… How on earth do we handle this?

Mark was equally startled, “What? When is he taking you?”

“Mr. Ramirez didn’t specify a time, but it’s bound to happen! What do we do? What do we do!

Shela clutched at Mark’s sleeve, shaking it non-stop, scared out of her wits

If Elgin found out she wasn’t actually pregnant, everything she had would be lost!

“Calm down, take a breath…” Mark paced back and forth, trying to think of a plan of action.

Shela was pacing like an ant on a hot pan, desperate.

Back then, faking a pregnancy was all about fast-tracking the relationship and putting a bit of pressure on Letitia.

But who would’ve thought Mr. Ramirez would suddenly suggest a check-up…

His own doctor, too: It’d be super obvious the moment they checked that she wasn’t actually pregnant!

“I just can’t fet Mr Ramirez find out Shela sobbed. “Where on earth am I gonna find a real baby bump, dad? Help me out here!”

“Calm down, I’m thinking: You didn’t let Mr. Ramirez get a whiff that something’s up, did you?”

“No way! Mark was racking his brains, eyeing Shela’s belly, and he thought of a plan

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“Spill it!” Shola’s eyes sparkled with hope, “Dad, if anyone can trick him, it’s you!”