All Chapters of Billionaire's Regrets: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“My son,”Andrea called as she stood up.Lance looked alternately to his mom and Jane. There was no commotion inside and that tells Lance that his mom hasn’t recognized Jane yet.“Mom,” he called as he stood between Jane and Andrea as if to block her from staring at Jane. “W-Why did you suddenly come here without contacting me first?”Andrea looked worriedly at her son. “Baby. I came here to talk about your gir…”“W-Wait a minute,” Lance stopped her and held her arm. “I think w-we should talk inside the office. C-Come on!”His mom cast a look at Damiel and Jane as Lance dragged her inside the office. As soon as they went in, Lance locked the door.He took a seat next to his mom and said, “You should not come here without telling me first.”“You might escape if I tell you beforehand.”There’s no way he will.When Lance received a call from the head maid and heard that Andrea was on her way to the flower shop, he hurried and looked for his way back to the shop.He got lost while deliveri

“Lance is alive, Sir,” Byron said to Eric.Hearing that, Eric sighed in relief. “Right now, Sir Lance is working in his flower shop with Miss Jane. Our men told me that.”Eric remained quiet while looking at the blank space.Eric and Lance grew up together. They don’t like each other because they were too different. But after he saw the illusion of seeing Lance lying lifeless inside the coffin, he realized that even if he hates Lance, he became a huge part of his life.It might not be his reality, but when Eric saw how Lance’s family mourned for his death, a great sense of weariness swept over him. His heart was broken into pieces and his soul crushed.However, the illusion he saw and the present are different.The fire incident in the Happy mall happened already, but Lance is still alive.Which means…‘The future I saw and the present don’t match,’ he realized.“Sir.”Eric lifted his head to the man who called him. He put his hands down from massaging his temples and looked a

Jane enjoyed drinking beers as soon as she turned 18. However, after her accident sex with Eric, she avoided drinking any alcoholic drinks since then. “Here is your order,” the waiter announced as he served two serving of fried chicken, one serving of barbecue and three huge glasses of beer. Fried chicken and barbecue are mouth-watering to see. But Jane’s eyes only focused on the yellowish liquid in the glasses. The beer is fizzing with high-carbonation. And when one glass was placed in front of her, she smelled the fruit and malty scent of it. Jane gulped. Although she does not want to admit it, she missed drinking beer. “What are you waiting for? Go and take a sip,” Cyrus initiated her. She looked at the man who gave her an evil whisper, and then back to the beer in front of her. Slowly, Jane grabbed the glass. It’s cold. She wrapped her warm hands around the cold glass, wetting her palms, and soon, the coldness transferred into her. Bit by bit, Jane raised her glass and pa

Eric came back from his business trip at 4am on Sunday.As soon as he landed at the airport with guards leading him to the VIP hallway, he saw a woman waiting for him. It was his fiancee, Haidee.Eric stopped his feet as he looked at the woman, who woke up early just to fetch him from the airport. If there’s someone to blame, he knows they are their parents.“Did I surprise you?” Haidee asked, while she was sitting next to Eric inside the back seat of the car.“A little. I am sorry you had to wake up this early,” Eric responded.“N-No. I couldn’t sleep either so it’s fine.”“I see.”Secretary Byron looked at the couple through the front mirror. It sounds romantic that Haidee woke up early just to fetch her fiance. But there’s no love in the air between them.‘At least, he should have asked her why she couldn’t fall asleep! This slow punk,’ Byron complained while watching his boss.“My parents wanted me to fetch you,” Haidee said. “But to be honest, I also wanted to have a conversation

Jane’s POV Monday in Eric’s house. There’s no work and classes today because it's a holiday. “He did his best,” Eugene said while looking at the paper on the table. It is Eugene’s family drawing that Eric accidentally ripped. Eric taped it from the back and placed it on the table where Eugene could see once we came back to his house. “His face turned ugly though.” When Eugene murmured this, I looked at the paper and noticed that Eric’s face in the drawing was a mess. I couldn’t help myself and laughed. “Pfft…” Eugene looked at me. I recollected myself with a cough, fearing that he’d think I was laughing at his drawing. However, he stayed wordless and only observed my face. Curious what’s going inside his mind, I asked, “Why?” “Nothing,” my boy answered. “I’m thirsty.” “Really? Then I’ll get you a glass of…” “There’s no need, mom. I’ll go get it.” Eugene walked by himself in the kitchen to get some water. I looked around Eric’s house. “Now that Eugene and I are alone a