The Billionaire's One-Night Stand! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

There were more people waiting in line outside the ultrasound room than Flora had expected. She had to wait for a long time before her name was called. The city hospital was always overcrowded at this hour. Doctor's appointments could be scheduled in advance, but clinical... The ultrasound room had a clear priority, giving preference to serious patients, the elderly, and children. Without a choice, the number of ultrasound rooms and doctors were limited, and the only option was to wait. "If I had known, I would've taken you to a private clinic. Waiting like this, who knows when our turn will be." the worry on Patrick's face did not fade a bit. He paced restlessly. Flora grabbed Patrick's sleeve, stopping his incessant pacing, she weakly smiled: "You're the one who said the doctors at the city hospital are more reliable than those at the private clinics. Don't stress so much, it's actually a good thing that we're not prioritized." Not being prioritized meant that her condition was

"Honey, why do you look so weary?" The voice deliberately exuded sweetness, so saccharine it was nauseating. Matthew's face looked as though he had heard the buzz of a pesky fly. He waved his hand dismissively: "What do you need from me?" "Honey, what's wrong with you? I'm your wife, can't I miss you? Do I have to have something to ask you every time I look for you..." Selena snuggled up to Matthew, whimpering: "I've missed you... You've been away for so long, and you're not being affectionate with me at all..." While outwardly she appeared sweet and soft, inwardly she was gnashing her teeth. She despised Flora to the point of madness, if not for her, why would this man be so cold towards her? She was supposed to be his wife! His legally married wife! Yet, there was no warmth in his eyes when he looked at her. Each time she saw his empty, emotionless eyes filled with icy disdain, she wished she could kill Flora instantly. "Don't say such nauseating things." Matthew frowned, wh

The man's deep dark eyes outside flashed a dangerous light. He tilted his head, retorting: "If not welcoming me, then who are you welcoming? Patrick next door, perhaps?" If he's already next door, then let him stay next door forever. He wouldn't allow any other man to approach his woman. In an instant, Flora turned pale, mouth agape, but not knowing what to say next. This man was too possessive, and today he was not in a good mood, the slightest careless word could spark a bullet. "Since I'm here, are you really going to leave me outside?" Flora frowned at him: "Don't push me, or I'll have you 'dealt with'!" As soon as she finished speaking, she gestured across her neck in a slicing motion. Matthew laughed, before he could reply, a sweet feminine voice echoed from behind: "Auntie, who exactly are you planning to 'deal with'?" Flora's beautiful face froze, a big question mark appearing on it. Who was this girl? Why was she interfering in her conversation with Matthew? The gir

"No one in this world wants to be treated like a criminal." "Who's treating you like a criminal?" Matthew furrowed his brows. "Isn't it you?" Flora stifled her annoyance, struggling to maintain an unruffled dialogue: "Your people have been surveilling me 24/7, I hardly have the luxury of freedom…" "Without freedom, you nearly fell into another man's arms. If you were free, what else would you do?" Matthew blurted these words out without much thought. It was only when Flora's brown eyes welled up with glittering tears, as she turned and fled, that he felt his heart wrench. With each step she took, his heart seemed to fracture, as if a parched land long devoid of rain began to crack. He regretted it, but it was too late. The door slammed shut in front of him, he reached out then lowered his hand, knowing she would never open the door unless he left. A shrill screech of the car brakes shattered the tranquil night. Matthew, distressed, slammed his fist against the steering wheel, hi

Mimi nodded, her recounting slow and deliberate: “He was raised in the underworld, starting from the bottom and painstakingly clawing his way up to where he stands now. The price he paid wasn't just in blood and tears... A multitude of dangers to be faced, countless brushes with death, yet he emerged unscathed. How could he possibly encounter danger now!” Though her words bore an air of confidence, if one listened carefully, there was a tremor underlying her voice, hinting at fear. No matter how adept at navigating the underworld one might be, no one could guarantee absolute immunity from mistakes. Moreover, no one could ensure a life completely devoid of peril. That included Matthew. Yet, now, as Flora stood teetering on the brink of despair, the most comforting thing she could hold onto were reassuring words. Just like the ones Mimi had just spoken, which offered her a measure of calm. “How long have you known each other?” “About a decade or so. He's been there since I was