All Chapters of A BABY FOR CHRISTMAS: Chapter 451 - Chapter 460

CHAPTER 451. A CAGE FOR THE QUEEN. A New Story**EIGHT MONTHS LATER**Time had flown by too quickly. One day, Dandara was only sleeping, and in the blink of an eye, she had become a tiny little explorer crawling over carpets and making a mess in her high chair because she wanted to do everything on her own.Chiara and Jhon had stayed in Paris, but it had become a family tradition to gather in Lucerne on weekends, so family time was a priority for everyone.“Are the bags packed, love?” he shouted from the kitchen, and Chiara came out of the room carrying a small suitcase.“Mine is already by the door, and this one’s Dandara’s... Where is the baby?”Jhon pursed his lips and sighed. “I think we’ll know when she cries.” “Jhon!” “She’s in the living room, playing very nicely in her playpen,” he laughed, pulling her close for a hug. “You fall for that every time. You know I wouldn’t let her roam free—any other baby might fall in love with her and kidnap her.” Chiara gave him a soft kis

CHAPTER 453. TO BELIEVE AGAIN. VictimsThat bed flew as if it were a toy because, despite looking sweet and gentle, Milo Keller was as massive as his brothers. He rushed to the child’s side, his heart pounding in his chest, and lifted him up to examine him.“Doc! Jhoooon!”The boy was suffocating, his small arms and legs hanging limp at his sides as he struggled to breathe. A second later, Dr. Martínez came running over and knelt to check on the child.“Speedy, the medical bag, now!” he ordered, and the sound of hurried footsteps descending the stairs followed.“He can’t breathe!” Milo’s voice was thick with panic. “He can’t breathe...”But before Milo could attempt something desperate, like CPR, the doctor stopped him with a stern gesture.“Calm down. Panic won’t help in this situation,” the doctor said while assessing the boy’s reactions. “Help me sit him up.”A few seconds later, Speedy placed the medical bag beside them, and with the stethoscope on the child’s back, the doctor imm

CHAPTER 455. TO BELIEVE AGAIN. Proud/Toxic DadTwenty-four hours had passed since they arrived at the hospital. The team had already taken care of everything, and Speedy had boarded a private plane back to Switzerland to return the rescued baby to his mother. The rest of the guys were still in Prague, waiting outside the hospital, now dressed in civilian clothes to avoid drawing attention.Milo hadn’t left that room except to change clothes; first, because he didn’t want to leave the baby alone, and second, because the baby didn’t want him to leave. No one could explain it, maybe it was just the fact that Milo had been the one to pull him out from under that bed when he was suffocating. The truth was, there was a special bond between the child and him.So, when Jhon came in with good news, he found them in a position that had already become almost routine: Milo half-curled in the too-small rocking chair, clearly not built for men of his size, with the little boy sprawled across his ch

CHAPTER 457. TO BELIEVE AGAIN. Are You Going to Pounce on Me?“So, a rare steak...” Anja was scribbling in her notepad. “Juicy... very juicy... okay, I get it, barely cooked... yes, sir... yes...” She walked to the kitchen to place the order, and Sonia intercepted her on the way back. “That guy says he wants you to wait on him,” Sonia grumbled, and Anja glanced in his direction. “That guy,” Anja thought. He must’ve done something to Sonia because he was no longer “the hunk” but “that guy.” “Good evening. I heard you requested a server change. What would you like to order?” The man looked at her, but her eyes were fixed on her notepad. “Can you recommend something?” he asked gently, and she met his gaze. “Try a better restaurant. I’m mad at the captain, and I think I drooled on all the steaks,” Anja replied, and he laughed—a clear, bright smile that made her shiver. “So, how about dessert? Did you drool on those too?” “No, not on those,” she muttered. “Great. Would you mind br

CHAPTER 459. TO BELIEVE AGAIN: I Don’t Believe YouAnja thought it over a hundred times before stepping out of her door. Did she have doubts about what that man might want? Plenty. But the situation was simple: after much struggle, she had managed to get a job at the restaurant, the Austrian prison "reintegration into society" program was garbage, and no one wanted to hire her. Before going to prison, she had been an administrator at an elementary school, but with her record, she couldn't even dream of that anymore.Her survival instinct had always been stronger, so eventually, she left her room and went down the stairs, spotting a nearly luxury black van parked in front of her building. Milo was leaning against it, and Anja immediately turned back around."Hey, wait! Where are you going?" he shouted after her."Anywhere far from your ice-filled bathtub. I’m not an organ donor, neither voluntarily nor involuntarily," she grumbled, and Milo let out a laugh that made her stop. "What?"H