《Theodore's Regret》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

Theodore's PovI couldn't fucking take it anymore. There was no way I could let that bastard put his claim on Alina while I just stand and do nothing. So I knew I had to tear the contract. The contract never meant anything in the first place. It was just a way to keep her bound to me. And now that I could finally see her feelings, how she was getting comfortable around me and not altogether opposed to the idea of living with me or even just breathing the same air as I was breathing, I knew just a few more punches and the wall would collapse. As for the fucking Elliot, I think I'll have to meet him on person and show him his place. But for now, I concentrated on kissing the precious woman who tasted like sweet candy. She melted in my hold as I sucked on her soft rosy lips. And they way she responded back had me hardening in seconds. This girl could send me to hell and I would go there gladly. That's the hold she had on me. If only she knew. I pushed into her, caging her against the do

Alina's Pov I woke up to the unfamiliar, my body aching lightly as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. My breath hitched when two arms enveloped me from behind, turning me to face the person. I saw Theodore with a sleepy grin on his face. “Morning,” he wished. Morning? My eyes fell on the clock opposite to the bed that stated 5. It was 5 in the morning? “It's actually still evening, I'm wishing you morning since you just woke up from a good nap.” Did I say that aloud? “Yes you did,” Theodore answered once again. Oops. My mind played a series of everything that happened a few minutes ago making my cheeks flush red and I tried to hide my face under the sheets. I realized I was in one of Theodore's oversized shirts. “Shy, now are we?” I pinched him in the chest making him chuckle. How the heck was I supposed to get over this? It was embarrassing! Fuck, how will I face him? There was no doubt I enjoyed the sex. Actually way more than just enjoyed. It was the best feeling I've fel

Alina’s PovI sat on the plush sofa, staring out the panoramic windows of the penthouse, the city below a blur of movement and lights. Asher was playing with his blocks on the floor, his tiny hands creating towers and bridges, his innocent laughter filling the room. Since I couldn’t go to work anymore, I found myself with more time than I knew what to do with, boredom creeping in like an unwelcome guest.Anders walked into the living room, a discreet shopping bag in hand. "Miss. Alina," he said with his usual calm demeanor, "Mr. Maxwell sent this for you. He expects you to be ready in an hour. You have to go somewhere."I blinked in surprise, taking the bag from him. "But what about Asher?""Mr. Maxwell has already made arrangements. Martha and I will take care of Asher," he replied smoothly, leaving no room for argument.Curiosity piqued, I headed to the bedroom, opening the bag to find a stunning red spaghetti strap dress inside. It was accompanied by a set of diamond jewelry—a neck

Alina's Pov Cooking with Asher was always a delightful, messy adventure. This morning, he had insisted on helping me make pasta. At just four years old, he had a fiery determination and an eagerness to be involved in whatever I was doing. How could I say no to his bright eyes and infectious enthusiasm?“Okay, sweetheart, you can help Mommy,” I said, lifting him up to sit on the kitchen counter. His eyes sparkled with joy, and he clapped his tiny hands in excitement."Yay! I help Mama," he declared proudly.I set the ingredients out on the counter: a packet of pasta, a variety of spices, fresh tomatoes, garlic, and onions. Asher leaned forward, eyes wide, surveying the array of items before him. He reached for the spice jars, his small hands struggling a bit with the lids.“Let me help you with that, love,” I said, gently twisting off the cap of the oregano for him. “This is oregano. Smell it. Isn’t it wonderful?”Asher took a big whiff and scrunched up his nose, making a face that m

Alina's Pov "How... when?"Theodore takes a step closer, his expression softening as he reaches for my hand again. "Earlier today," he says gently. "I'm so sorry, Alina."I feel a strange numbness wash over me, a mix of shock and disbelief. "I... I don't know what to say," I stammer, my voice breaking."It's okay," Theodore murmurs, pulling me into a comforting embrace. "Take your time."I cling to him, the weight of the news pressing down on me. The room fades into the background as I try to process the reality of my father's death, feeling Theodore's steady presence grounding me in the midst of my turmoil.I stand there, wrapped in Theodore's embrace, but all I feel is a strange, unsettling numbness. No sadness, no remorse, just a void where my emotions should be. The news echoes in my mind, but it feels distant, as if it's happening to someone else.I pull back slightly, looking up at Theodore. "I don't... I don't feel anything," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. "I tho