Billionaire Daddy for sale のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Yvonne’s pulse quickened as her eyes locked onto the elegantly dressed woman who had just been escorted into the room. The clacking of heels against the polished floor seemed to echo with every step. The woman stood tall, poised, with an air of confidence that immediately commanded attention. Yvonne's heart sank when she realized who she was staring at. She shared a resemblance to Micheal and Jack. Aurora Langston. She could almost hear Micheal's voice in her mind, warning her about the manipulative tendencies of the woman now standing just a few feet away. Despite the carefully constructed facade of elegance and grace, there was something off about her presence. The sharp glint in Aurora's eyes betrayed the softness in her smile—a predator assessing her prey. For a moment, the room was silent. Even the air felt stifling, as if the presence of Aurora had stolen all the oxygen. Yvonne’s gaze flicked briefly toward her parents. Her father’s posture was still rigid, his eyes fixed on t

Yvonne’s footsteps echoed against the quiet street as she stepped out of the estate gates, the cool evening air brushing against her skin. Her heart still pounded from the confrontation with her mother, the lingering pain in her scalp a reminder of the violent outburst. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, but one thing was clear—she had to get out of there, away from the suffocating atmosphere of the Lawrence estate.Spotting a taxi, she waved it down, her hand trembling slightly. The driver pulled up, and she climbed inside with a quick breath."Where to, miss?" the driver asked, his voice gruff yet uninterested.Yvonne hesitated, patting her sides, searching for her bag. Her heart dropped when she realized it wasn’t with her. I left it in the dining room.She leaned forward slightly, trying to keep her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling inside her. "I need to get back to my place… but I left my wallet inside the estate. I can run up and get money for you once we arrive."The dr

At the door to Micheal’s room, Yvonne paused, her back to him. She hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice strained. "Are the children asleep?"Micheal nodded, even though she wasn’t looking at him. "They are," he replied softly.Yvonne started toward her own room, but Micheal followed closely behind, unwilling to let her go so easily. When she reached the door, she turned to face him, her eyes filled with exhaustion and pain. "Go, Micheal," she said quietly, her voice firm but brittle. "I need to be alone."But Micheal shook his head, his chest tightening as he spoke. "No, I can’t leave you like this." His voice was thick with emotion, and for the first time, he refused to grant her the space she so often demanded. "I’m not letting you cry yourself to sleep tonight, Yvonne. Not alone. I want to be here for you, whether you want me here or not. Let me be with you through these moments of confusion.”“Guess who had contributed to that confusion, you!” She said with a cold ton

There was so much to eat as the things she saw on the table were just tips of the iceberg. Micheal asked in addition, setting in before her eyes the dining table could barely fit everything. She knew they wouldn't be able to finish everything in two days. There are so many varieties of things and according to the kids, Micheal had single handedly made everything. Yvonne love good food and perhaps because the trio knew how much of a big deal it was for her when Micheal assisted in making anything. She just loves seeing him in an apron and the attentiveness he puts into preparing food for them. She usually eats till her stomach screams at her to stop.Micheal was saying something about how she had woken at the perfect timing and other engaging topics, but she will cautiously ignore him and address an answer to his question into a sentence for the children and just like that, he brushes him off and avoids talking to him or meeting his eyes.Soon, Yvonne sat at the table, her gaze fixed

Yvonne’s footsteps quickened as she tried to retreat into her room, her mind whirling with unresolved emotions. Her heart ached, not just from Micheal’s deception but from the thought that he, of all people, had kept something so essential from her."Yvonne, wait..." Micheal’s voice carried a mix of desperation and guilt.She stiffened, her hand already on the doorknob. "I don’t want to hear your excuses, Micheal. No explanation will change what you did," Yvonne said firmly, keeping her back to him. "You know how much transparency means to me... You knew, and yet you chose to hide who you are."The weight of her words hung in the air, raw and heavy. Yvonne had no intention of letting her walls crumble, not after what she had just learned. She felt trapped between her hurt and her love for him and the kids. It was suffocating.Micheal's hand reached out, gently but firmly, wrapping around her wrist before she could open the door. His voice, low and pained, made her heart falter. "Yvonn