Every Day Is A Second Chance

Chapter 11: The Gala

HENRY

"Casey, we have to go, you have to hurry or el--" I couldn't even speak. I knew my wife was hot and one the prettiest in London but right now, she looked like an Angel, a sexy seductive angel. Good Lord. With her hair tied in a messy, yet elegant bun while wearing a mixture of gold and white, Valentino serpentine dress that hugged her body right and showed her back as well.

Bloody Hell.

I'm screwed tonight.

"Hey sorry about being late, I was looking for my clutch. Let's go?" I stopped staring and offered my arm, just staying silent. I have to control myself tonight.

I escort her to get inside the car. When I finally get inside, I catch the driver looking at Casey with awe, "What are you staring at? Drive." I said with a firm voice. Seriously? Did he really have to stare at my wife in front of me? I'll have to fire him.

"Henry, so I was thinkin--"

"What?" I say coldly. "Nevermind, you seem to be not in the mood for a conversation." She says while looking out the window. I sigh. What is wrong with me?

"Both of our parents will be at the gala as well, so put on a great act. Everyone will be there." I say coldly and a bit loudly while I avoid looking at her. I really need to control myself.

"Okay." She answers shortly and a bit startled.

I'm sorry Case, but I have to control myself. She kept silent for the whole ride. I was a bit harsh. After all, we were already friends. But I can't keep my cool when I see her. I feel like I just want to take her right there in the backseat and fuck her. Make love to her. Make her scream my name. There are so many things I could do to her. I really need to stop thinking about this. When we got to the hotel, I grabbed her hand before going down the car.

"Listen, I'm so---" I try to say, "No need to Bridgerton. Just get on with the act. I thought we were already friends but I kinda forget you were still an asshole. Just don't forget that you're supposed to be in love with me right now." She says avoiding eye contact and pushes me out the door. Seeing the reporters and cameras just flashing everywhere, I had to make it seem like we were playing. All eyes were on us as they saw how I was sort of pushed out and flashes of lights blind me as reporters start asking questions.

"Is your marriage really real?"

"Why were you pushed out of the car?"

"Did you get Casey pregnant?"

"How did you two get to meet?"

"Weren't you dating Cora when your engagement was announced?"

"Is this another business move?"

"What happened with you and Ms. Catherine"

Questions came rushing in one by one and for the first time since I was introduced as the Bridgerton Heir, I got dumbfolded. How did this reporter know about Catherine?

"Baby stop being playful with me." I hear a voice giggle and smile as she gets down from the car. I follow her lead and laugh while offering my arm as support. Who knew, my dad would let me marry a very Oscar deserving wife. I help her out and face the reporters.

"The marriage is as real as Prince Harry leaving England, and yes, my wife just pushed me out of the car after I told her something that we should try out for our honeymoon." I grinned and looked at Casey. She let out a cute laugh to hide her blush, she really knew how to act. I sadly laugh at the thought. I bring her closer to me and she tries to loosen my hold.

"We met at Spain in one of my business travels, she was looking at art and then her eyes stumbled upon the greatest masterpiece—" She buts in looking very amused with the made-up story, "Greatest masterpiece? More like a museum tour guide, he tried to lecture an architecture student about art. He was really---" I nudge her, this is no time for games or bickering. I gave her the 'Remember our lovey, dovey image Casey' look. "Cute, trying his best to impress me and I admired that." She said looking at me with a lovely smile. I look at her red lips and feel the desire to taste it.