บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Abused Wife: บทที่ 321 - บทที่ 330

Noah walked into the apartment. Jemma stood by the door, her back turned, engrossed in a file. She didn't glance his way when she heard him enter. Ignoring him, she continued reading.He peeked at her, recalling Jacob's words. If he didn't step up, she'd slip away. Sebastian was indirectly dating her, doing all the things a boyfriend should do.Noah coughed to grab her attention, but she kept flipping through the file, lips bitten.The air was heavy with the scent of alcohol, mixed with his strong perfume that used to make her heart skip a beat. Noah observed she hadn't changed out of her stunning rose gold party dress. The short, sequined number with long sheer sleeves showcased her figure perfectly.Trying to find the right words, Noah stood there.Jemma placed the file on the table and spoke in a soft tone, "This file is ready to move forward. It needs your signatures. Please sign it before morning."She started heading towards her bedroom, but Noah called out, "Jemma..."She halte

BEEPThe door creaked open, and Jemma raised her head from her knees to look at the man who had entered the apartment following a fatal fight. His demeanour was ferocious, his eyes blazing and filled with death. She spotted his bloodied palms and the drops on the floor. Her throat dried as she realised how serious his fight with Sebastian had been.She shivered with terror. Noah sighed deeply when he saw her sitting on the floor beside the couch, hugging her knees and crying. He approached her, his gaze softening as he carried her in his arms. He silently led her to the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed.He removed some ointment from the drawer near the bed, pulled up her dress, and checked the bruises on her white thigh. Jemma bit her lips, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. He applied ointment to her softly. His touch was so comforting that she sobbed.He sat at the edge of the bed and gently wiped away her tears."Does it hurt?" he asked in a raspy voice. She only shook her he

Jacob pulled Jia into an embrace, and she cried, holding onto him as her life depended on it. He patted her back gently, saying, "Calm down.""Why do you keep coming here? Why... why are you doing this? Just don't come here. Please, don't come here," she pleaded between sobs.Jacob's heart ached to see her so broken. He patted her back and caressed her hair gently, trying to console her.After she finally calmed down and got her breathing back to normal, she lifted her face, all streaked with tears and gave him those innocent, teary eyes. In a hushed, shaky voice, she spoke, "Don't marry her. Can't you?"He gently held her face in his hands, trying not to lose it."She's loaded, your age, and beautiful. Is that the deal? I'm eighteen now. I'll graduate next year, hustle, make some cash, and I'll be a total hottie."Jacob shook his head, wiping away her tears. "Easy there, shhh, shhh...""Can you just, like, stop it? Pretty please?" she begged."Jia... just hear me out.""She's part of

Jemma’s pale skin showed her inner agony, but she tried to look unaffected, her fingers shaking as they stroked her face."What were you up to last night?" he inquired in his seductive voice."What?" Jemma asked, genuinely puzzled.Noah raised his eyebrows, his tone playful. "You don't remember what you said?"Jemma decided to take off with a sudden surge of enthusiasm, laughs following. She cried out over her shoulder, "I don't remember," and began to sprint. Noah smiled, and his spirit of competition sparked. "Oh, it's on!" he exclaimed, resolutely pursuing her. With a playful smile on her lips, Jemma turned to look back at Noah and accelerated her pace, encouraging him to catch up. Her mischievous gaze shone brightly."Jimmy, you're not fast enough!" she called out between giggles teasingly sticking out her tongue."Oh, you just wait!" he replied as he closed the gap.He caught up quickly and threw his arms around her before they both passed out from the impromptu pursuit and fell

Noah stepped closer, gently wiping her tears and smiling, "Don't curse yourself."And this! He seemed to always know what she was thinking. Overwhelmed, Jemma threw herself into his arms, holding his coat tightly against his chest, crying profusely."I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was an idiot. I'm sorry, Jimmy. I'm sorry," Jemma repeated in remorse.Noah held her tighter, gently caressing her hair. "It's okay. Calm down," he reassured her, placing a tender peck on her head, and holding her in a comforting embrace.Just then, a bullet whizzed by Noah's back, snapping them both into high alert.Noah's sharp senses quickly identified the direction of the gunfire, and he pulled Jemma by her wrist, running to safety. Bullets continued to zip past them, but Noah skillfully manoeuvred, ensuring they remained unharmed.As they reached the end of the riverbank with no visible escape route, Noah looked into Jemma's eyes. Her fear was reflected in her gaze as she stared at the water. Witnessing her an