Semua Bab Second Chance at Love: From Divorcee to the Billionaire's Bride: Bab 631 - Bab 640

I hastily tried to put away my phone, feeling like a child caught doing something wrong. But as I slipped it into my bag, I realized how unnecessary that was. Luke and I weren't in a committed relationship, and there was nothing inappropriate about my chat with Wendy. If anything, Luke was the one being rude by sneaking up behind me unannounced.Just as I was about to confront him, Luke said, "You two seemed deeply engrossed. I knocked twice, but you didn't respond."I was at a loss for words."Fancy a trip to the bar tonight?" he asked."Are you going, Mr. Walker?" I stood up, grabbing my bag. "I can take a cab home if you'd prefer.""Do you have any good bars to recommend?""Mr. Walker, you've lived and worked in Johnsonville for years. Surely you don't need my recommendations?""As a matter of fact, I do.""Well, Wendy mentioned a unique bar just outside Stevinson Road.""You haven't been there yourself?""No, I haven't.""Let's check it out tonight then."In my younger

The moment I grasped Luke's wrist, he paused briefly, his gaze falling on my face.I kept my head down, focusing all my attention on his hands.Luke's hands were beautiful—well-defined knuckles, long fingers, and skin as smooth and delicate as a hand model's. He seemed to be a favorite of nature; every part of him was just right, without a single flaw.The redness on the back of his hand made my heart ache slightly.Back in the bar, when that man had merely touched Luke's hand, even if Luke despised him, his usually composed nature shouldn't have led to such an extreme reaction.At the time, most of my attention had been on the incredibly flexible man, amazed at how a man's body could be so supple.I hadn't noticed how Luke's breathing had quickened, his fists clenching. Veins pulsed on the back of his hand and forehead, as if he might punch the man in the face at any moment. Every cell in his body seemed to be restraining itself.As I wiped Luke's hands, his rigid body graduall

The next morning, I grabbed my phone to check the trending news as soon as I woke up. This had become a habit since I started working as Luke's assistant.Crystal's high school teachers and classmates had come forward on social media, leaving comments to defend her reputation.Tommy from the Johnson family said, "Crystal was hardworking and studious, often helping less fortunate classmates. Joey was quiet but excelled in both academics and behavior."Mr. Thompson from Johnsonville High stated, "Both Crystal and Joey were outstanding students. There was healthy competition between them, nothing like bullying."A classmate remarked, "Crystal was my classmate. She was beautiful and kind. Joey was shy and kept to herself, rarely interacting with Crystal during school."The online defenses struck a similar chord, each carefully balancing their statements. While praising Crystal, they also included compliments for Joey.Videos and photos of Crystal and Joey at school events flooded the

Wendy had always kept her rare blood type a secret. Now, for her survival, Joey would eagerly tell the Kingston family about it.To protect Crystal, the Kingstons might promise Joey suitable bone marrow.Wendy had already matched with Joey for donation. To resolve this quickly, the Kingstons might target Wendy.Wendy: I'm heading to the airport. Mr. Smith assigned me full responsibility for an overseas project to train me.Me: Wendy, are you taking apprentices?Wendy had anticipated Joey's choice when she split from Stephen and had prepared accordingly.Her wit left me in awe, making me feel inferior.Wendy: No! We're destined to be best friends. However...Me: However, what?Knowing Wendy, she'd likely set me up, yet I'd willingly fall for it.Wendy: I could ask Luke if he's taking apprentices.Me: ...Wendy: Luke's cunning. You'd benefit as his apprentice. Imagine a mentor-student romance. Exciting, right?Me: ...Wendy, that's enough!Wendy: Come on, think about it!

After providing biological samples, the Stewart parents waited in the area where Jon would pass by.Luke didn't return to the office; instead, he sat in the car, focused on his phone.I watched intently as the Stewarts anxiously waited, constantly glancing at the building's exit.For them, each moment felt like an eternity.Seeing them made me think of my own parents. My eyes misted over as I took out my phone and opened the camera.The moment "Jon" emerged from the main door, I quickly called out to Luke, "He's out."Luke looked up, following my gaze.With my back to him, I didn't see the fleeting look of envy in his eyes."Is that our Jacob?" Mrs. Stewart asked excitedly, gripping her husband's hand. Her eyes never left "Jon," as if afraid he would vanish if she blinked."Jon's" features were strikingly similar to Mr. Stewart's younger self. Seeing him, Mr. Stewart was instantly overcome with emotion.The pain of losing their child, the hardships of searching, and the joy o