THE BILLIONAIRE LAST CHANCE 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

Soft, rhythmic beeping medical equipment filled the room, contrasting with the sterile white walls that surrounded it. Sunlight filtered through the partially drawn curtains casting a gentle glow over the frail figure lying in the hospital bed. Amelia sat beside her grandmother, clutching her hand, feeling the coolness of her skin against her own. Margaret, Amelia's grandmother, had always been a source of strength for her. While she fought the illness that had ravaged her body, she still had a determined gleam in her eyes. She gently squeezed Amelia's hand and motioned for her to come closer. Amelia,' Margaret whispered, her voice a mere shadow of its former vibrant self. There's something important I need to tell you. Amelia's heart was heavy with dread and sorrow as she leaned in. I'm here, Grandma. What is it? Margaret took a quick breath, never letting her eyes leave her granddaughter's. “I need you to do something for me It’s my last wish and I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t so

Amelia’s eyes widened at the news, her face a mix of surprise and confusion. “Alexander is coming back?” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else.Mark’s heart sank. This was the worst possible timing. He watched as Amelia processed the information, her mind clearly racing with thoughts of her husband’s imminent return. Any chance he had of confessing his feelings seemed to evaporate in that moment.“I... I didn’t know,” Amelia said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “He didn’t tell me anything about this.”Mark felt a sense of sympathy for her. It was clear that Alexander’s return was unexpected and had thrown her off balance. 'Amelia, are you okay? ' He gently asked, pushing aside his own feelings for the moment.She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. I'm not sure. It's been so long since I last saw him. I don’t know what to expect.”Mark nodded, understanding her predicament. “If you need someone to talk to or just need a friend, I’m here for you,

Meanwhile, at home, Amelia tried to unwind after a long and emotionally draining day. She couldn’t shake the encounter with Alexander or the kindness Mark had shown her. The mix of emotions—hurt, anger, confusion—left her feeling exhausted.As she sat in her living room, she thought about their marriage, the time apart, and how everything seemed to change. She wondered if they could ever bridge the gap that had grown between them. The night wore on, with both Alexander and Amelia lost in their thoughts, each grappling with their own feelings of loss and longing. Alexander’s focus on his work became a refuge, a way to avoid confronting the complexities of his personal life, while Amelia sought comfort in the small moments of kindness and understanding she found in her interactions with Mark.The next morning, Alexander arrived at the office with a steely determination to bury himself in his work. He had instructed Claire to keep an eye on Amelia, hoping it would give him some semblanc

Amelia was torn between her mind and heart. Her mind told her not to forgive Alexander, but her heart still belonged to him. She was deep in thought when the doorbell rang, breaking her reverie. She quickly went to answer it and was pleasantly surprised to see Mark standing there, holding a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates."Mark, what a surprise!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she saw the gifts. "Come in, please."Mark smiled warmly and stepped inside. "I thought you might need a little cheering up," he said, handing her the roses and chocolates.Amelia took the roses, her smile growing wider. "These are beautiful, Mark. Thank you so much.""It's the least I could do," Mark said, his voice gentle. "I wanted to bring a smile to your face."Amelia nodded, her expression softening. "Well, you've certainly succeeded. Come, let's sit down."They moved to the living room, where Amelia placed the roses in a vase and set the chocolates on the coffee table. She sat down on th

After leaving the hospital room, Amelia was trying to process what she had overheard. She sat outside for a moment, then stood up and walked towards her car, deep in thought. Just as she was about to reach her car, she heard someone call her name. Turning around, she saw Alexander approaching her. "Amelia, would you like to have dinner at my place tonight?" he asked, his voice gentle but cautious. Amelia looked at him, her emotions swirling. She forced a small smile and replied, "Yes, that would be nice." "Great," Alexander said, visibly relieved. "I'll pick you up around 7." Amelia nodded and got into her car, driving back to her apartment. When she reached home, her frustration and anger boiled over. She couldn't believe what she had heard about Alexander having a child. In a fit of rage, she smashed her mirror with her hand, watching as the glass shattered and her hand started to bleed. The pain from the cut was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. She looked at the cloc