Novelas de Noona An

Jayden, who had just emerged from the bathroom, snorted softly."I'm disappointed because you're not pregnant. Isn't that the answer you wanted?" Jayden replied, then asked back.Elena rose from her seat. "Yes, I know you must be disappointed. I am too, but you shouldn't have left me like that, Jay!" the woman said, her voice trembling and her eyes welling with tears."So you want me to stay with someone who disappointed me?" Jayden chuckled lightly."At least the person who disappointed you is someone you love," Elena replied, making Jayden flinch. "I really don't know who you are anymore, Jayden. You never left me before, no matter what, but now..." Elena paused as she felt her chest tighten and tears began to flow down her cheeks. "When you left, you didn't even want to turn around."Elena roughly wiped away her tears. Taking a step closer to the man who was now her husband. "I'm not calculating or anything, but all these times you've disappointed me, have I ever not forgiven you?

Pregnant. Elena never imagined being pregnant would feel this blissful. Feeling like a little angel now inhabited her womb was truly a priceless blessing. Moreover, the fetus was her and Jayden's child. Even though her stomach was still flat, Elena was already rubbing it and occasionally talking to her unborn child. "When you're born, where do you want to go for a walk?" Elena murmured thoughtfully. "Mommy and Daddy will take you anywhere you want. We promise," she said again. The falling leaves, illuminated by the afternoon sun, provided a soothing sight. Elena looked out over the yard of the house she lived in from the second floor. "Look, honey. You'll play there with Mommy," Elena said again, imagining the excitement of her and her baby running around outside. It would be so much fun. "Elena?" someone called after the sound of the door opening. Elena turned to find her husband walking towards her with a glass of pregnancy milk. Jayden handed it to her, urging her to dr

"Are you having guests?" Aria asked, still hugging Hans. The woman looked up, and Hans bent down slightly, so their faces were so close that they could even feel each other's breath on their skin."No. I don't think I invited anyone. Besides, the only people who know my apartment PIN are you, my parents, and Viona," Hans replied with a confused expression.The two of them broke their embrace and left the room. They wanted to know who had arrived."Hi, honey!" the woman greeted, looking troubled with her heavy luggage. She looked like she was moving house. She had three large suitcases and two equally large bags with her."Mom, Viona, what's going on? Why did you come without warning?" Hans asked, helping his mother carry the suitcases into the living room."Sorry for not contacting you beforehand." Shila calmed her slightly labored breathing before continuing. "Viona and I will live here with you from now on," she continued with a happy expression."What?" Hans was shocked. Of course.

Hans wasn't someone who was good at hiding his feelings. He had already resigned himself to Aria's anger over his words. At least he had said what he wanted to say. Aria lowered her head. "I'm sorry if you feel uncomfortable," she whispered softly. But unlike Hans's expectations, Aria actually felt guilty. The man then smiled gently. "I don't mind if you come here, honey. In fact, I'm very happy. This is like a pre-wedding simulation," Hans said with a small chuckle. "But I can't let you do something that will definitely exhaust you. So, please, stop doing all this, honey," Hans coaxed, holding Aria's hand. Hans knew that Aria was doing all this to prove herself worthy of being the ideal daughter-in-law for his family. But he couldn't let her do it, or she would fall ill from exhaustion. Work, taking care of the children, and then having to take care of him. Even though Hans's apartment wasn't that far from Aria's house, it was still incredibly draining. "Then what about t

"Yes. We're planning a wedding, but not anytime soon," Aria defended herself, shrugging her shoulders faintly. Disappointment was clearly visible on Anne and Tara's faces. They had been so excited earlier, thinking Aria would soon be remarrying Hans. "So what's the point of your question?" Anne asked. "I just want to please Hans's parents, Mom. I want to be a daughter-in-law they can be proud of," Aria said. She still didn't dare tell the truth about her agreement with Shila. Aria was afraid that if Anne found out, something bad would happen. Anne smiled proudly at her daughter. "You've become a daughter your parents are very proud of, Aria." Aria smiled too, grateful. It turned out she had made her parents proud. That meant she had succeeded as a daughter. "When it comes to ideal daughters, everyone has their own criteria," Anne said after thinking for a moment. Not only Aria was listening intently, but Tara was also listening intently to what the middle-aged woman had to say.

Today, Aria and Hans planned to go home together to Alatha. While in the kitchen preparing milk for Juan, Aria met Viona, who seemed to have just woken up. Aria suddenly remembered that since arriving at Hans's house, she hadn't had a chance to greet Viona because her condition wasn't conducive. Furthermore, Aria had been busy with personal matters. Aria hadn't even offered her condolences. "Good morning, Viona," Aria greeted her kindly. Aria could clearly see the change in Viona since the last time they saw each other. Aria truly felt sorry for the girl. It must have been incredibly difficult for her to accept her father's death. Especially when Aria heard that Viona only had her father and no other close relatives. Hana's family was her only refuge now. Viona tried to return Aria's smile, though it seemed incredibly difficult. "Good morning. Are you going to make milk for your child?" Viona asked, making small talk. "Yes," Aria replied briefly, nodding slowly. There was

That was like a green light for Paul to continue. He reconnected their lips. Paul guided Grace's arms around his neck before lifting her up and carrying her into the bedroom. Paul laid Grace on the bed. The slightly dark room, as Grace had only turned on the nightlight, added to the romantic atmosphere. Paul looked around Grace's room. He smiled faintly. "Does Uncle like it?" Grace asked about the room. He nodded. "Yes. Uncle likes you," Paul said, looking at Grace with a teasing gaze that immediately made her feel uncomfortable. "That's not what I meant," Grace said, not realizing her tone was whining. Unexpectedly, Paul leaned in, almost crushing her. They stared at each other for a moment, lost in each other's gaze. Grace's hand reached out to stroke his cheek, which was covered in slightly rough hair. Their faces grew closer until they finally closed the distance with a gentle, undemanding kiss. Paul devoured Grace's sweet lips. Not wanting to be outdone, Grace moved h

Grace smiled slightly and shrugged. "Maybe it's because I'm too stressed about my wedding," she sighed. "Honestly, I'm really nervous." Yogie's reaction was simple, with a soft chuckle. "I guess everyone who's getting married experiences the same thing," he commented. "I guess so," Grace chimed in with a chuckle. Shortly, their food arrived. Grace's eyes lit up at the sight of the mouth-watering food. The two of them began to eat their meals. Occasional chatter could be heard during their lunch. Prang!!! Everyone in the cafe turned toward the source of the sound, including Grace and Yogie. "Excuse me!" exclaimed a waitress who had accidentally knocked over a customer's drink. "Hey! Can you even work?!" the slightly overweight customer yelled, pushing the waitress's shoulder, who could only look down. "Look! My bag's wet because of you!" she angrily stared at her red bag where the drink had splashed. "I'm so sorry, ma'am." The waitress apologized again, bowing. "Do you think

A hard slap landed squarely on Grace's left cheek. "I did that to make you realize it. Not to act rashly like you did now. But it seems you'll never change," Cindy angrily pointed at the child she'd once conceived. "Haven't you ever thought about what people will say when they find out you're marrying a man much older than you? They'll mock you, insult you, Grace! Have you never thought about that?" "No!" Grace screamed loudly, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why should I think about what they'll say? Will they even think about my happiness?" Grace asked, staring intently at her mother. "No, Mom. Because I'm the only one who has to think about my own happiness." The atmosphere between mother and daughter grew tense. This was especially true when Grace walked toward Cindy, closing the distance between them by only a few centimeters. "Because even the people closest to me never think about me at all," Grace said, obviously addressing Cindy. The woman then turned away, leaving Ci

"Oh, hi, Grace! You're awake, I see," he said, glancing at her briefly before returning his attention to the food in front of him. "Yes," Grace replied briefly, then sat down at the dining table, continuing to stare at Yogie, who looked so skilled at cooking. Honestly, Yogie looked absolutely stunning when he cooked, and Grace loved watching him. "You were the one who drove me last night?" Grace asked then. "Who else could it be? Huh... you sometimes forget how much you can drink when you've had a drink." As usual, Yogie would grumble like an older brother. And instead of being annoyed, Grace actually liked it when he scolded her. It was a sign of concern for her. "I'm sorry I bothered you," Grace said, feigning an apologetic expression when she was actually teasing him. "Next time, I'll let you fall asleep in the restaurant." "Really? Are you that cruel to me?" "No." "I knew it." Yogie then placed two bowls of soup on the table, part of their breakfast menu for today. "Eat

Grace's cheeks immediately felt hot at the man's words. She had to look down to hide the blush that was surely spreading across her cheeks."Should I?" And for some reason, Grace asked that. Perhaps she was so nervous she didn't know how to respond.Paul reached for Grace's hand to hold it."Of course, honey. Isn't that what every newlywed couple has to do?" Paul asked a question that made Grace even more uncomfortable.Gosh! This man really wants to make all my dreams of a perfect wedding come true.Grace was so happy she couldn't help but hug Paul's arm, clinging to his strong arms."Thank you, Uncle," Grace said softly."You're welcome, honey," Paul replied, kissing the top of Grace's head as it rested on his shoulder.It wasn't long before they arrived in front of Grace's apartment building.Paul got out first and opened the door for Grace."Yogie?" Grace called out, seeing Yogie standing leaning against the wall. The man waved at her."Then I'll go in first, Uncle," Grace said.B

Their discussion was over for the day. Grace planned to return to the apartment Carson had shared while in Alatha a few months ago. They were just about to get into the car when someone called out to Grace. "Grace!" The woman immediately turned to see who had called her. "Yogie!" Grace was quite surprised to see Yogie there. She immediately approached the cane-wielding man to help him walk. "I'll wait in the car!" Paul shouted, getting in first, allowing Grace to talk to Yogie. And here they were, sitting on a wooden bench on the sidewalk. "Thank goodness you're better," Grace said, pleased to see Yogie no longer lying in a hospital bed. "Yes. I'm grateful for that too," Yogie replied, slightly awkwardly. "Oh yeah, about my behavior a few weeks ago..." Yogie turned to Grace. "I'm sorry, Grace." It turned out Paul was right. Yogie would definitely come to Grace and apologize. Grace smiled broadly and hugged Yogie. "I'm sorry too for not visiting anymore," Grace said in Yogie'