บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Deadly Doting Wife: บทที่ 371 - บทที่ 380

Alaric's confession had lifted Vespera's spirits. Now that they had finally opened up to each other, all her worries seemed to melt away. Sitting atop the hill, Vespera gazed at the breathtaking view, peacefully sketching in her notebook.It had been ages since she'd felt this calm while drawing. The man sitting behind her, watching over her, was the reason she could finally relax and focus.Vespera felt her inspiration flooding back. All the anxiety and restlessness from the night before had vanished, leaving only tranquility in its wake.As the sun dipped below the horizon, Vespera finished a piece she was truly proud of. With darkness falling, she stood up and packed away her easel. Alaric immediately came over to help, carrying her supplies in one hand and holding hers with the other. "Ready to go?" he asked softly.Vespera nodded, following Alaric down the hill. The descent was much easier than the climb up, but Alaric insisted on holding her hand the entire way. Somehow, this ge

Yvonne glared at Alaric's hand, which was holding Vespera's. That little tramp! When did she manage to snag a man like Alaric Strider?"Mr. Strider, what brings you to here today?" Mr. Thornfield tentatively asked."I'm here to pick up Vespera," Alaric interrupted, lifting their joined hands. "Didn't you need to get your books? Go on, I'll wait downstairs.""Okay," Vespera replied without even glancing at Mr. Thornfield as she headed upstairs.Her heart felt heavy. The home she'd cherished for so long wasn't really her home at all. She was just a walking blood bank for Yvonne. Whenever Yvonne got hurt, Vespera was there to donate blood. That's why Mr. Thornfield never intervened when Yvonne bullied her—as long as she wasn't killed outright, it was fine.Yesterday's incident was a perfect example. Yvonne had tried to take advantage of her, but before Vespera could explain, Mr. Thornfield had already believed Yvonne's side of the story. In her father's eyes, she wasn't a daughter at all

As the dinner wound down, Vespera barely touched her wine. She'd never been much of a drinker, especially with her health issues. Alaric, on the other hand, was knocking them back like there was no tomorrow. He kept going on about how happy he was, though God knows what about. Lately, he'd been grinning at Vespera like a lovesick puppy.After the meal, Vespera started clearing the table. Alaric followed her around like a lost puppy, chattering away. When she went to the kitchen, he was right behind her. Same story in the living room. Finally, Vespera ducked into the bathroom and shut the door in his face with a satisfying thud.Alaric rubbed his nose, still grinning like an idiot. He couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled this much.Once everything was tidied up, it was time for Alaric to head home. But he was pretty buzzed, and Vespera didn't want him driving. She thought about calling an Uber, but they were in a dead zone. She tried reaching out to her family's driver, no luck.

Though Vespera kept insisting she wasn't hurt and Elowen hadn't grabbed her too roughly, Alaric still anxiously examined her hand before finally relaxing."Alaric, I..." Elowen trailed off, irritated by how attentive Alaric was being towards Vespera. She had initially thought Yvonne and Evelyn were exaggerating about Alaric's sudden devotion to Vespera. After all, how could he move on so quickly after being infatuated with her for years? Even if it was just a fleeting interest, surely it couldn't have progressed this far?But witnessing this scene firsthand, Elowen finally believed it. Apparently, men really could change their hearts that quickly - claiming not to like her anymore and immediately lavishing all that tender affection on someone else.Alaric looked at Elowen, who now appeared utterly pitiful - a far cry from her earlier harsh demeanor towards Vespera. He felt disappointed, even questioning whether he had ever truly known Elowen. Who was she really? How many faces did she

Alaric turned to look at Elowen, who was being helped over by a nurse. He felt a bit exasperated - why did it seem like Elowen had been clinging to him more and more lately? Didn't she dislike him?"Are you leaving, Alaric?" Elowen asked, limping towards him.Alaric nodded. "Did you get the results? How is it?"Elowen smiled. "Nothing serious. Just a sprain. The doctor said I'll be fine after a few days of rest. Thanks for bringing me to the hospital.""No problem, it's the least I could do." Alaric seemed distracted. He really didn't want to keep talking with Elowen. He felt uneasy and exhausted, not wanting to keep up this charade. The guilt was making him anxious."Alaric, what's wrong?" Elowen asked, noticing his spaced-out expression.Alaric snapped back to reality and shook his head. "It's nothing. I should get going."Elowen grabbed his arm, looking down. "Could you take me home? It's not easy for me to manage alone like this."Alaric glanced at his watch, hesitating. He was to