Husband With Benefits-Chapter 909: Oops... Father of oops!!!

Grant couldn’t help but frown, his thoughts drifting back to the messages he’d sent to Innocensa last night. He felt a pang of regret, but it didn’t linger for long. By the time he was stirring together a hangover drink in the kitchen, the feeling had dulled, replaced by the quiet reassurance that it was for the best. He’d been too unsteady to handle her any other way.

Sober, he knew he wouldn’t have had the strength to say no. Good thing he had done the thing he needed to do when intoxicated. He wasn’t proud of that, but at least the decision was behind him now. What was done, was done. And that was a relief—or so he told himself.

Still, as he drove to the office, his mind couldn’t help but wander. What would her reaction be? Would she remain as composed as always, unbothered by the boundaries he had tried to set? Would she be angry, or worse, hurt? It was hard to say, and the uncertainty gnawed at him, though he tried to push it aside. Whatever her response, he knew one thing for sure: it wouldn’t be easy to face her.

What he hadn’t expected—what he hadn’t even considered for a moment—was for her to step into the office with an air of calm detachment, behaving as if his messages had never reached her. She was the very picture of professionalism, her demeanor poised, her tone businesslike, and her attention fully focused on her work.

Meanwhile, he proceeded to spend the entire day feeling on pins and needles, anxiously bracing himself for some sort of reaction, some acknowledgment of the situation between them. But she had shown no signs of being affected, no flicker of hurt or anger in her eyes, not even the faintest indication that she’d spared him a second thought. Was this her answer? To cut him off so completely and effortlessly, as though he hadn’t mattered at all?

He told himself he should feel relieved. If she had been upset, if she had confronted him in any way, it would have made things messy, uncomfortable, and impossible to ignore. It was better this way, cleaner. At least this way, they could both move forward without the baggage of lingering emotions complicating things. But despite telling himself all of this, relief was the last thing he felt.

He was seething. She had moved on so easily? After promising him a kiss for the next date?

It wasn’t until the end of the day, as he was gathering his things to leave, that she finally came into his office carrying a stack of documents in her hands, her expression as polite as ever, making him even more frustrated. Who told her to have such kissable lips?

But he did not say that. Instead," You could have just emailed them," he said, his voice coming out sharper than he’d intended.

Instead of replying, she stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor. Grant stiffened in his chair, his hand frozen mid-motion as he watched her approach. She placed the file carefully on his desk, her movements deliberate, almost languid, before circling around it with a kind of predatory grace.

His pulse quickened as she stalked closer, the space between them shrinking with every step. He straightened in his chair instinctively, his body tense and braced for something he couldn’t quite name. She didn’t stop until she was standing directly in front of him, leaning back slightly against his desk as if she belonged there, as if she owned the room—and him along with it.

And then she leaned forward, and everything else disappeared.

Her gaze locked onto his, unwavering and deliberate, and his breath caught in his throat when her finger grazed his cheek. The light touch sent a jolt through him, and he blinked in stunned silence as she traced a slow, lazy line along the curve of his jaw. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Of course, I could have emailed you," she murmured, her voice low and teasing, as if she found the very idea amusing. Her finger continued its path, a featherlight caress that left his skin burning in its wake. "But the workday is over now," she added, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile. "So I thought I’d give you a chance."

Grant’s mind scrambled to make sense of her words, but it was a losing battle. Her touch, her proximity, the way her eyes seemed to hold him captive—it was all too much. His instincts screamed at him to lean into her hand, to press his lips against her palm, but he forced himself to remain still, his fists clenching tightly at his sides as if the tension might ground him.

It took every ounce of his focus to manage a response, his voice coming out rough and uneven. "A... chance?" he repeated, the words sounding foreign even to his own ears.

She tilted her head slightly, amusement flickering in her expression. "A chance," she confirmed, drawing the word out as if testing its weight. Then, as if she hadn’t already shattered his composure, she leaned in even closer, her breath brushing against his cheek, her presence overwhelming.

And that was when he lost all coherent thought.

"So," she whispered, her voice like a challenge, her lips dangerously close to his ear. "Are you going to do it?"

"Do it?" he echoed though his brain willingly provided all the things he would like to do to her...

"If you’re going to repeat everything I say," she teased,"then this conversation is going to take a lot longer. Are you going to ask me out on a date or not? I’ve been waiting all day."

Finally, Grant shook his head and tried to gather his senses. "Did you not see my messages?"

Innocensa straightened then and frowned," Your message? Did you ask me out on a date via a message? Hmm. I might have missed it. Okay. Let me go check." With a wink at him, she quickly turned around and left.

But Grant frowned. She was not the type to miss out something like that. And then, suddenly, he felt a premonition...Hurriedly, he pulled out his phone and checked her number. It was not blocked and there were no messages he had sent in the chat box... He frowned. Could it be that he had dreamt about sending the messages? No. He was very sure he had...

And then, as he back tracked from her chat interface and scrolled... He paled. With trembling hands, he opened the messages that had been sent to Sebastian Frost...before throwing his head back and banging it against the chair...He needed to start making arrangements for his funeral....