Divorced Ex-Luna Returns With Triplets
Chapter TWENTY-THREE: Get Her A Dress

Maurene 'S POV

"Stop it, Liam. I'm being for real this time." I cautioned him with a direct glare, my hands around my waist. He continued laughing before slowly stopping, coughing slightly.

"What do you mean?" He asked, his eyes glinting with something I could not decipher. "Are you jealous?" His brows arched playfully.

I let out a gasp, looking away from him sharply as I clashed with the gaze of the lady before slowly dragging my gaze back to Liam.

"Honestly. She looks quite good to me. She is your type." I noted.

He wiggled his finger right in front of my face, shaking his head. "No. Not at all. Stop that." He said.

"Stop what? Liam, try to find love. You have been single for too long." I scoffed.

He rolled his eyes and in a blink of an eye, he reached out to me and pulled me into him, my body flushed against his. "Liam," I tried to wiggle out of his grip but his grasp tightened further. "Have you forgotten that you are my wife for the next one year? Even if I want to consider the crush she has on me, I am only allowed to do that after the contract ends, Maurene." He explained.

I blinked, biting the inner of my cheeks. "No, I cannot be the one to hold you back from finding love. You know what, what about we cancel the contract?" I suggested.

He let out a snort. "Maurene, stop-"

"Or you can explain things to her. My kids need an aunt as well." I pouted.

Something flashed in his eyes as he licked his lower lip. "What your kids want is not an aunt but a dad." He told me.

Everything I was thinking disappeared from my head as I went cold in his arms. He must have noticed because he released, muttering how sorry he was.

"I'm sorry, Maurene. I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's alright, Liam. You are right." I tried to offer him a smile but failed woefully.

He tried to hold me but I stepped back from him. "Let us leave." I moved forward but he ran to my front, obstructing my way.

"What, Liam?" I pursed my lips.

"I want to get you a dress." He said, retracting his extended arms.

"For what?" I folded my arms, staring at him and trying to ignore the lady's glare at me.

"There is a party coming up soon." He informed me. I narrowed my eyes on him.

"My birthday party or the kids?" I questioned. I did not like birthday parties at all and he knew that.

He shook his head. "Not at all. I will give you the full details when we get home but for now, let's try some dresses and I will have Loretta make the necessary adjustments to them and send them over to your place, cool?" He dipped his chin. After a while, I resigned and nodded. "Sure." I was already tired. We went to the dressing room and Loretta tried getting Liam's attention. I did not know if he was doing it intentionally or unaware, he was fully ignoring her and searching for dresses for me. I tried giving him the signal that he should speak to her but he refused. She didn't give up still as she led us to the place where the dresses would be reviewed.

With every dress that I changed into and came out, she would describe how it was made and the quality of the dress. I wouldn't lie, Loretta had vast knowledge in what she did. She seemed like she enjoyed it. She was Liam's type. Brilliant and smart. Someone I want for him.

Liam kept refusing and refusing the dresses I wore. He placed his finger on his chin as he watched me closely, scrutinizing the dress before he shook his head in disapproval again. I did not know when I let out a frustrated groan and glared at him.

"What about you stepping into that dressing room and coming out like ten times wearing different suits only for me to tell you no every time?" I glared at him. It was starting to be tiring. He let out a sigh and lifted his shoulders in a shrug. He rose to his feet as he appeared to be thinking. "I want my wife to look flawless and elegant." I let out a slight cough at the term he had used for me again. My wife. He successfully ignored me and I caught a look on Loretta's face before she blinked it away.

He turned to her. "All of these dresses just bring out the minimal in her. I want a dress that will accentuate her beauty and make heads turn to her. Is there that kind of dress, Loretta?" He asked.

Her lips curled into a smile even though it didn't reach her eyes. "Definitely, Mr. Liam. I can create one for her. Just give me the inspiration you want and I will have it done within days for your... wife." She glanced at me as she said the word. I maintained my neutral look as I stepped down, walking toward Liam. "You don't really need to do that. I have so many dresses at home. I could just pick from any of them." I mumbled.

He shook his head. "Not at all, Maurene. You will understand what I mean by the time you get to the party but for now," He faced Loretta. "I am counting on you."

She nodded. "Definitely, Mr. Liam."

I went back in to change and we both exited the boutique. "Honestly, you don't need to get me a dress, Liam," I complained.

I was not okay with the way he was starting to do these kinds of things for me.

"You are my wife. Of course, I should get you a dress." He responded casually. I caught his hand as he opened the door for me. Looking into my eyes, he must have seen what I was trying to tell him. A reminder that this was fake. I did not want my fragile heart to start thinking about these things. It would only hurt us more since we are best friends. Things like these should be avoided.

He placed his other palm on mine and pursed his lips. "Whether it is real or fake, Maurene, I will always do this for you so now get into the car."

I knew I would not win the argument this time so I stepped into the car while he closed the door before circling the car to get into the driver's seat. He slipped the key into the keyhole and paused before muttering something under his breath. "I will be right back." He stepped out and rushed into the boutique. I noticed Loretta moved toward him and I tried to see her facial expression but Liam's build hid her. Not long after, he turned around and exited. I tried to catch the expression on Loretta's face but Liam opened the door, his jaw tightened as he turned on the engine.

"What? You told her to not make the dress anymore?" I snorted.

He glanced at me. "She will make it. Just had to clarify on some matters." With that, we were en route back to our house.

The drive back home was filled with the kind of silence that I appreciated so much. We walked into the house after Liam had parked in the garage. I slumped down on the couch immediately after I entered the living room, letting out an exasperated breath.

Today was such a long day.

"Oh, yes. What about the client you went to see today?" Liam asked, pouring himself a glass of wine.

My brows raised as I racked my brain for what happened. Oh yes.

"I discussed the terms with him." I simply said.

"Huh?" He asked. "You did?"

I shrugged. "Yes but is the man dead or dumb?" I asked.

He choked on his drink and I straightened in alarm but he waved his hand, shaking his head as he downed the content.

"He didn't say anything?"

"Not at all but I told him that you were not okay with the clause in the contract and that he should edit it before he sent the final one for review," I informed him.

He inclined his head to the side. "And he didn't do anything to you?"

I was starting to feel fear. "What? Was he supposed to?" I sat up, straight at once.

He shook his head, letting out a nervous laugh. "Not at all but..."

"But what, Liam?" I was genuinely scared now. Had I messed with the wrong client?

"Relax." He cooed me as he gripped my shoulders. "You did well. Anyway, I will speak to him. Thank you so much for helping me."

I gazed into his eyes, not knowing what I was searching for but the feeling of worry gnawed at me.

What have I done?