Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 33 “Running late this morning, Miss Chelsea?” The driver chuckles, opening the door to the SUV.

“Yes. I’m afraid I am.”

“Not to worry. I’ll get you to London as soon as possible.”

“Thank you. You’re a lifesaver.”

Not that I am excited about going to work. But I also do not want to make things obvious by being tardy.

For now, I just want everything to be normal. At least, until I have gathered all the dirty facts about the company and maybe dug something Just under thirty minutes later, the driver pulls up to the familiar Brown Inc. skyscraper.

“Thanks. Pick me up at five o’clock as per usual, please,” I say, jumping out of the car.

“Okay, Miss Chelsea. Have a good day.”

I race to the elevator and wait impatiently for it. When the bell rings and I enter the tiny space, I am relieved to be alone with my thoughts again.

I wonder what Dave’s behaviour will be towards me? The last time we spoke was in a verbal brawl. But something tells me that he might play it cool, especially at work; after all, he does not want to appear tyrannical in front of his “oh-so-respected employees.

When the elevator doors finally open, I am greeted by another typical workday scene at Brown Inc. Perfectly dressed employees are milling around the offices, sifting through files and talking on the telephone. I notice Diane at the front desk She has on her usual bright red lipstick and her hair is pinned in a perfect bun. “Hey there! Running a little late I see,” she says playfully.

“Yeah…sorry about that.” “Oh, you don’t need to apologise to me. But Mr. Brown wants to see you. He told me to send you in as soon as you got here. My heart begins to race. I was not expecting to be summoned to Dave’s office the moment I stepped through the door.

of hand between us. I desperately want to

I grip the handle tightly, turn it, and make my way

seated at his desk. He is hunched over some documents

eyes with me, and signals

down on a piece of paper, and his hair is waxed back

I go from furious

head to suppress such thoughts and straighten in my

what took place last night. “No problem,” I say, indifference abounding. Dave rises from his chair and walks over to the door, locking it before he heads back to his desk and sits down. The action makes me nervous. He clears his throat and studies me. “Chelsea…” he exhales deeply. “I want to talk to you about last night…you didn’t give me a chance to explain.” “Dave, this isn’t the time

you two were saying?” I can feel my anger boiling

for the important artefacts and not to raise any questions from the authorities. She

a lot more to it than that. Just know that whatever we’re doing is legitimate. We aren’t corrupt people.” Just as I go to question him further, the phone rings and he lets out another deep sigh. He

any tension between us. Just trust me; we aren’t doing anything ruthless.” He speaks with haste as the phone continues to ring. “We

starts talking, leaving me

sounded good. As I rise from my seat and make my way to the door, I feel Dave’s eyes on

thinks he just wants to convince me otherwise

might air the company’s dirty laundry. But for now, I am going to put the conversation behind me and get my work

and in some ways, it has made

just end up positive so we can resume our romance. As I sit at my desk, eating a cold

is down, and Dave needs me to print a file for him. Can

food. “Okay, great. I’ll email it to you in a

“Not a problem.”

computer to check my email. Within minutes, I receive the notification of Diane’s email. There are three documents