The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife-Chapter 316 - 72 Hours (1)

Shikera shook her head.

"Maybe i don’t need to hear the reason, Ethan. After all, you are stuck with me for the next three days," she said, a bright smile forming on her face.

A small sigh escaped Ethan’s lips, the words she had whispered in his ears earlier echoing in his mind, ’You owe me a wish. Don’t you, Honey? The wish I earned in exchange for giving you a goodnight kiss every night.’

Schooling his face into a stoic expression, he asked, "So what’s your wish? You can’t ask to get married again."

"Why not? I would have loved to. You know, have a big wedding and all just like every normal couple out there," Shikera eyed him, feigning disappointment. Seeing that he was hesitant to reply her, she changed the topic immediately. "My wish is to have you to myself for three days. After that, I’ll let you go and you do the same. We become strangers."

"I won’t agree to that," Ethan deadpanned.

Shikera was taken aback. Wasn’t he the one who had promised to do whatever she wanted back then? Her brows pulling up into a frown, she asked, "What? Why won’t you? Trust me, I won’t trick you into signing any contract this time."

"Even with your promise, I’d be a fool to trust you now regarding anything contractual. What will you gain in those three days?"

"You," Shikera answered solemnly. "I will make you love me."

There was a serious expression on his face when he replied, "I love you already and I don’t think I can love anyone more."

Jaws slacking in surprise, Shikera could not find an answer to that.

"Good," she struggled to retort. "If you really do love me, three days shouldn’t be too much to surrender."

Ethan stayed quiet for more than a minute, staring straight into her brown eyes as if searching for a truth in there. When he finally found what he was looking for, whatever it was, he replied, ’’So we’re talking three days? Not a second or minute nore than that, right?’’

Shikera nodded, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

’’73 hours of doing whatever I want and after that we forget the other person ever existed,’’ she assured him.

’’Cool,’’ he agreed. He turned to walk into the house when Shikera pulled him back, a glare in her eyes.

’’Where do you think you are going?’’ she asked.

’’To my study. Why?’’

’’Did I ask you to? Mr DeLoach, did you forget I own you for the next 72 hours?’’

He exhaled, ’’So what would you like to do now, Princess?’’ His last word was sarcastic, but it only made Shikera’s heart leap in excitement. It was the first time Ethan wasn’t being serious and was joking with her, since the both of them arrived in the country.

’’First off, I love that nickname so call me that for the next 72 hrs. Next, you will be coming with me to somewhere,’’ she instructed.

’’Where?’’ Ethan questioned. ’’Listen Shike-Sorry about that-Princess, we can’t possibly leave the house when the sun is setting soon. You are pregnant and I believe you need to rest.’’

’’I am the one who is pregnant and not you. Besides, you don’t have the right to question me on where we are going,’’ Shikera argued. Stepping in front of him, she added, ’’Just go get dressed. We meet here in 30 minutes.’’

She turned swiftly as soon as she was done instructing, heading straight into the house. As soon as she got into her room, the smile on her face fell. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t affected by the divorce, if she said that she didn’t want to ask him to marry her again in return for her wish. She had felt like tearing the divorce papers back then but she struggled to withhold herself.

The thought that he was willing to let his shares go to get her to let the baby go was at the same time heartwarming and annoying. Sighing, she walked into her closet to get dressed before commencing the 72 hours of getting Ethan to love the baby as much as she did.

More than an hour later, Shikera walked down the stairs in a black skin-tight bodycon dress with shimmery fabric that clung to her every curves. With a plunging neckline, the dress was sleeveless, backless, and also exposed a high amount of cleavage. Her wavy hair was pulled up into a messy bun, exposing her neck to the chilly wind that came from the woods.

’It’ll be alright when we get to the bar,’ she said inwardly, disregarding the thought of taking a shawl or scarf with her. Her dress theme for tonight was wild and sexy, and she was stopping at nothing to achieve that.

Getting to the foot of the stairs, she dropped the stilettos she had been holding and slipped her foot into it. Yes, that completed the look.

’’Your thirty minutes expired thirty minutes ago, Princess. Do I have the right to complain?’’

Hearing Ethan’s voice, Shikera looked up to see him sitting on a sofa in front of her, his eyes glued on his phone. Wearing a black denim jacket and black slacks, his dressing was completed with a pair of black sneakers. Did he even change his clothes at all?

’’I am sorry for keeping you waiting, Ethan. But must you wear black?’’

’’I chose what to wear while you chose where to take me to. I love black,’’ Ethan deadpanned in reply.

’’If you say so then. The others are waiting so let’s be on our way."

"Others? Who else..." Ethan looked up just then, trailing off when he caught sight of the woman standing tall in front of him. "What are you wearing, Kera?"

"Clothes," she deadpanned. "What does it look like?"

Frowning, Ethan rose from the sofa and with just a stride, covered the distance between himself and Shikera.

"Where are you wearing this to, Kera?" he asked.

"You will see when we get there, Mr DeLoach. Not asking for your comment on my dressing so keep it to yourself," Shikera replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"There’s no way I’m keeping my views to myself. I am your husb—" he cut himself short, at the same time Shikera raised her brows in question.

"What was that?"

He shook his head, forcing his real answer down his throat, "Nothing, I made a slip back there. I um, I’m sorry."

"Apologies accepted. Can we leave now?

Instead of a verbal reply, Ethan turned around to walk out of the house completely unaware that his hands were balled into fists. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

After much argument and disagreement, Shikera was successfully able to force Ethan to let her drive. He had cited many excuses from how uncomfortable she would feel driving when it was almost dark, to how it was highly unadvisable to let pregnant women get behind the wheels of cars. Shikera had, with the help of Google, debunked each and every one of his so called ’facts’ before he admitted defeat.

Now that she thought about it, she wondered how he knew so many don’ts of pregnant women. She was tempted to ask but one glance at his stone cold face had send her lips zipping up themselves.

"Where is this?" Ethan asked as soon as the car slowed to a stop, pretending like he couldn’t see the flashing neon lights at the top of the building.

"Where does it look like?" Shikera retorted. She noted how she was beginning to sound more and more like him as the days went by, and the smile on her face brightened.

"This looks like a clubhouse, Princess," Ethan pointed out, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"It is one," she confirmed. Bending slightly to tie the straps of her stilettos, she pushed the door open when she was done. She continued, "Don’t take your mask with you. It’s an elite clubhouse and no one is allowed in with their phones; your privacy is intact."

Ethan obeyed and alighted from his side, waiting for her to walk around to meet him. When she did, he subconsciously wrapped his hand around hers and started towards the entrance.

"Did you ever come here alone when we were married?" he questioned, his voice slightly lowered as if he could not believe he was asking that.

"It’s my first time here," Shikera replied. Feeling his gaze on her, she turned to see the questions expressed in his eyes and continued, "I only know this place because it’s been my wish to bring you here. At the time, I thought we could come after your face reveal but since we have limited time now..."

She didn’t complete her words and Ethan also didn’t ask any more questions. Getting to the guards station, she flashed a card in the face of one of them and the door was pushed open for her.

"Thanks," she muttered out of habit.

Before she stepped into the building, she turned to Ethan whose hands were still wrapped tightly around hers and smirked, "Brace yourself, Honey. I might need you to do a lot of things you would normally avoid."

"Gladly," Ethan returned the smirk.