All Chapters of The Billionaire's One-Night Stand!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

As soon as he saw her, he smiled gently and said: "Come here..." He handed her the stack of papers: "Forget about the advertising shoot, don't let the two children suffer anymore. You organize your son's records, then let the little guy enroll in this school." Flora took the stack of papers from Matthew's hand, and when she saw the school's name printed on them, she couldn't help but widen her eyes and mouth in surprise. It was a prestigious school with very high admission requirements. But most importantly, the tuition was enormous. Flora calculated in her head and realized that she couldn't afford it. "Why not?" she asked. "There's no reason. My two kids are old enough to go to school now. And my son is a genius with a very high IQ. Following his friends would only waste his intelligence." Matthew replied. Flora was too preoccupied with Matthew's words to notice something else. He had referred to her son as "my son." as if he was his child. Before she could object, Laura, the m

Matthew traversed the span of thousands of miles to reach Australia, all for the ownership of a flower garden. He was uncertain about the significance of this garden, only aware that it currently resided in another's hands, and that his foster father desired it. Flora strolled alongside him, her eyes darting about, enveloped by an air rich with the subtle aroma of flowers. "What are you daydreaming about? Watch your step…" Matthew’s voice barely finished echoing when the girl at his side stumbled over a rock. With a swift gesture, he reached out to steady her, sighing deeply: "I told you to be careful… Really… even the children aren't this clumsy." Flora’s heart pounded wildly, her face flushing a vibrant red. Unconsciously, she tightened her grip on the sleeve of the man’s shirt. His masculine cologne melded with the surrounding floral fragrances, intoxicating the space around them. Within that mesmerizing aroma, it seemed she could detect a peculiar scent. Their intimate posture

"Did you call a doctor yet?... Let me see..." Matthew, upon entering the room, saw his secretary lying on the bed, the blanket pulled up tightly around her. A fleeting thought brushed through his mind, as though he had witnessed a similar scene somewhere before. But the image passed too quickly for him to grasp. His concern for the woman lying on the bed had already consumed his attention, leaving no room for unrelated memories. His broad hand gently touched her forehead, the heat transferring to his palm. Matthew sighed: "It's too hot!" He tilted his head, pushing aside the unruly hair that veiled Flora's beautiful face, revealing a countenance flushed like a ripe tomato. Her eyebrows knitted tightly together, her breath coming in uneven gasps. Clearly, she was in discomfort. Even with her face burning so hot, she wouldn't let go of the blanket. Matthew pulled the thin blanket aside: "Don't cover yourself so tightly, you'll suffocate... Why are you dressed like this?" The thin

"Who... who are you?" "You are Flora, aren't you? My apologies for summoning you in such a manner. I merely wanted to ascertain... are you the daughter of Edsel Tremblay?" This was the second time she had heard the name Edsel Tremblay spoken aloud by another. The first instance was when the old woman from the Tremblay family had sought her mother at their home. Judging from her mother's reaction, Flora surmised that this Edsel Tremblay was indeed her biological father. However, with the man in front of her intentions unknown, friend or foe, she dared not answer carelessly. After a moment of consideration, she shook her head: "I don't know. I don't know who Edsel Tremblay is, nor if he is my father." It wasn't precisely a lie; throughout her childhood and adulthood, no one had ever told her who her real father was. Not even her mother. "Answer me sincerely, otherwise... I can't guarantee what will happen to Oriana Smith." The man smirked, his dark eyes taking on an even more sinis

"What brings you to me so early?" Flora yawned, looking at the man sitting cross-armed on the back seat of the car. He turned to her, squinting at her. "We're registering our marriage. The lawyer is waiting... You two, get off and let my sister-in-law come up here." The latter part was directed towards his two underlings sitting in the front seats. At their boss' command, the two men exited the car. One of them was a youth Flora had encountered a few times before, rubbing his hands together and laughing nervously. "Sister-in-law, don't make it difficult for us. Get in the car, otherwise our boss will be angry." If the boss was angry, the sister-in-law might not suffer, but the young man would surely not have an easy time. Of course, Flora wouldn't comply with their demands so easily. She glanced nervously around, hoping to find someone who could help. But the two men didn't have the patience to wait and attempted to grab her. "Let go of me!" Flora shouted: "What you're doing is