Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love's Redemption: Kabanata 991 - Kabanata 1000

Sh*t! He had already left—why was he coming back?! Lena’s first instinct was to hide. Running back to the bedroom wasn’t realistic—Aaron would probably enter before she even made it. In the end, she chose the nearest possible hiding spot—the floor-length curtains. Lena’s fingers dug into the wall behind her. Her chest felt tight. Stifling. Maybe people really were pathetic—never realizing what they had until it was gone. She used to despise people like that. Now, she had become the very thing she hated most. "If you don’t like it, you can redecorate however you want before you move in," Aaron said casually. Lena’s eyes went wide. Move in? They’re moving in together?! It had only been a few days! Their progress was moving way too fast! An icy weight settled over her heart, as if a chunk of snow had been stuffed inside her chest, freezing her from the inside out. “Not at all, I quite like it,” Xandra’s voice was soft, carrying a shy undertone. Lena cle

The curtain lifted slightly, and Lena felt a whisper of cold air brush against her skin. Her fingers dug into the wall once more. She didn’t see the look in Aaron’s eyes. He had known she was hiding behind the curtain. But he hadn’t expected her to be dressed like that… There was a saying among men—of all the countless things that could be considered alluring, a woman wearing nothing but a man’s shirt was undoubtedly one of them. “Aaron?” Xandra called out when he didn’t move. Aaron’s fingers loosened, and instead of pulling back the curtain, he let it drop back into place. Stepping in front of it, he said, “I just remembered I have something to take care of. Let’s check it out another time. I’ll take you home.” Xandra hesitated, sensing a brief flicker of something unreadable in his demeanor. Her eyes drifted toward the curtain for a second, but in the end, she nodded and followed him out. Lena waited, listening to the sound of the car engine fade into the distance bef

"She was transferred from pediatrics and is now in charge of the VIP ward. She’s a senior nurse." Lena explained, and Keira immediately understood. "Rea, ever since you got yourself a man, you haven’t been coming around as often. The doctors and nurses have changed, and since nurses rotate throughout the hospital, many faces are probably new to you." That was true. The world was constantly changing, and very few people stayed in the same place forever. Just like Keira—she was now the owner of the courtyard house. Although she hadn’t given birth yet, Hayden was already extremely nervous, staying by her side 24/7. By New Year’s Eve, there was still no sign of labor, and she was getting restless from staying in the hospital. "Hayden, I want to go back and decorate the courtyard house. This is our first Spring Festival there." Keira had been looking forward to celebrating the New Year at the courtyard house for a long time. Lighting the big fireplace, hanging red lanterns eve

As soon as they arrived at the courtyard house, Keira could already feel the festive atmosphere before even stepping out of the car. Large red lanterns hung on both sides of the entrance, and strings of New Year’s lights were wrapped around the wooden fence walls. “I had everything set up in advance, but I left one special spot for you, the lady of the house, to personally complete,” Hayden said, leaving her in suspense. With my belly this big, Keira obviously couldn’t do much, but he understood her desire to be involved in decorating for the New Year. Keira had to admit—he was becoming more and more of a perfect husband. He could anticipate her thoughts without me even saying a word. Supporting her carefully, he led her into the courtyard. To her surprise, even though it was New Year’s Eve, there were still guests there. Most of them were alone. Some sat in silence, lost in thought. Others were reading, while a few were quietly jotting things down in notebooks. On a night

The liveliest part of the New Year was, of course, the tradition of paying respects to elders. Leading the way, Briana and Lena’s father knelt first before the old master and madam, bowing their heads in reverence. The elders handed out red envelopes—an unchanging tradition in this family. No matter the age, as long as one knelt to pay their respects, a red envelope was given. Even though they were long past the age of caring about money, Briana and her husband still accepted the envelopes with childlike joy, grinning as they expressed their thanks. After them, it was Aaron’s turn. Lena had seen him standing tall countless times but had never witnessed him kneeling. Especially in recent years, since he barely returned to the country, he had only ever sent his New Year’s greetings over the phone. Now, watching him kneel down, she realized that even though he did it the same way as everyone else, it felt… different. There was something regal about the way he moved, as if he