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Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 93

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Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies is the best current series by the author Quirinus Amalia. The Chapter 93 content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 93 and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.

Ava'S POV

It's been one and a half months since the last time I spent time with Blake, when he took us to the farmhouse.

I giggled, thinking about what had happened that day.

Flashback

"Princess, are you ready to go?" Blake spoke while coming into Bella's room.

"Yes, dad." Bella chirps happily, and I wonder how easily she has accepted Blake as his dad.

I got up and closed the luggage bag. Taking my handbag in hand.

Blake glances at me. I don't know why, but we are both avoiding each other like the plague. Though we still sleep together in the same room, we do not physically touch or have any emotions attached.

Sometimes I leave for work early, and sometimes he does, so we don't see each other in the morning. And in the night, he always comes late, and by then I have dozed off.

But I have no complaints about it because I have made up my mind. once flowed with emotion, but not now.

I am here for Bella, and I guess he has a board of me already after we had our two-day bunny fucking session, which is kind of good for me because I know for a fact that no matter how much I try, if he initiates anything, it will be difficult for a fool like me not to reciprocate.

"Let's go." He glanced at me, and I saw he was holding Bella in his arms, so let's go for me. So I nodded yes and started walking behind.

I looked at his back, and today he looked diffident, wearing loose linen pants, a casual shirt, and sunglasses hanging at the front.

I looked down at myself, and I was wearing something similar to his but in different colors. Thank God that at least sometimes I dress well apart from formal wear, or else I would have felt a little underdressed for sure today.

Princess, are you all ready to go?" I rolled my eyes and made a sad, boring face, hearing the annoying voice of my life nowadays.

Guess who???

Right, Camilla the chameleon.

I saw a bag in her hand and one piece of luggage lying beside her.

‘Oh, so she is also coming.' I concluded by nodding to myself.

"Of course she has to because our dear Mr. Jensen surely needs a bunny fucking session there.' I gulped, thinking about them bitterly, and suddenly I just lost all my excitement to go.

"Sir, there is a minor problem." I look up when I hear Nora's voice.

"And what is it?" He asked while adjusting Bella's shades.

"Sir, there is some construction work going on the way to the farmhouse, so we won't be able to go on the same route." He finished, and as if God had heard my request, I felt sudden happiness, and a smile broke on my lips, but I hid it before anyone noticed.

I looked at Camilla the chameleon, and she had a sad face.

‘Oh my-my, did God spoil your plan, bitch?' I thought about smirking and pulled out a piece of gum from the packet I was holding and put it in my mouth. I was all set to see the next drama. Haa

I looked at Bella and noticed how her face fell, and Blake was looking at her sadly, too. Even everyone looked at her wobbly lips, and I knew she was about to cry.

"But nothing to worry about, baby Bella. We have already sorted this out." Nora spoke with a small smile, looking at Bella before I walked to her to comfort her.

"Sir Swan will be here in two minutes." He looked at Blake, his lips twitching sideways, and he nodded to Nora.

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