Love's Redemption のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 671 - チャプター 680

The moment I called him "Uncle," his face crumpled, and he just lost it—tears streaming down his cheeks as he broke down right in front of me."He always said Narelle looked like her aunt. Now I see why you and Narelle resemble each other so much," Mrs. Yule said, stepping out of the kitchen with watery eyes. She came over, gripping my hand like she wasn't planning to let go.I pulled them both into a hug. From now on, it'd be the three of us.That was also when I learned their names: Damien and Abby.I brought them to my parents' gravesite. Someone—probably Matthew or his family—had left a bouquet of fresh flowers there. The irony wasn't lost on me. They were the reason my parents were gone, and now they wanted to play the remorse card with flowers? Like that could erase what they did.My parents wouldn't forgive them. How could they? They lost everything—their lives, their chance to see me grow up.Uncle Damien and Aunt Abby stood frozen in front of my mom's picture, crying lik

"I don't know," I mumbled, staring at the blank wall. "I miss him so much, but then I remember how he lied to me—let me think he was gone when he wasn't—and all I wanna do is punch him. Maybe kick him too."Lena gave me a knowing nod. "Totally fair. If he shows up, I'll hold him down so you can get a solid kick in. He deserves it for putting you through all this crap."Honestly, my busted knee turned out to be a decent excuse to take a breather. The next morning, though? Absolute torture. The pain was so bad I couldn't even crawl out of bed.Too bad I only had one day to chill. The big light show was the day after tomorrow, and the human light display—my genius last-minute idea—was 100% my problem.So there I was, limping my way onto the venue. Ron took one look at me and froze. "Whoa. Should I grab you a wheelchair or something? You look like you're dying."I sighed, rolling up my pant leg to show him the damage. His jaw dropped. "Holy crap, that's bad! I thought it was just a br

"Two years?" I repeated, my stomach sinking further.Hayden had only been gone a few months. There was no way this could be him.But why did he look so much like Hayden?Was it just some weird coincidence? Or was it something more, like the unsettling resemblance between me and Narelle?I stared at the guy, my thoughts spiraling. I didn't even notice Wayne had shown up until he spoke."You don't look so good. Feeling sick?" Wayne asked, his sharp eyes picking up on my obvious disarray."She's injured," Cole cut in smoothly, his tone just a little too pointed.Of course, when Cole said "injured," he wasn't just talking about my knee. He totally brought that Hayden lookalike here on purpose, knowing exactly how it'd mess with me."She scraped her knee pretty bad," Ron chimed in, acting like my unofficial spokesperson.With these two around, I didn't even need to open my mouth.Wayne's brows knitted together as he crouched beside me. Before I could pull away, his hand shot out,

Lena flashed a sly grin. "Wow, so uptight. Won't even let me touch you, huh, handsome?"Xander didn't miss a beat. "Apologies, miss. We're performers, not escorts. Please behave yourself." His voice was firm but polite.She raised an eyebrow but knew when to back off. "Alright, Mr. Manners." Still, she wasn't done grilling him. "How old are you?""Twenty-nine."Lena nodded, tilting her head as she studied him. "And your height?""Six feet and a quarter inch."She squinted, clearly calculating his proportions. "College?""Yes," he said without hesitation. "Wellington Institute of Technology. I majored in Artificial Intelligence."Lena clicked her tongue, her expression practically screaming what a waste. "AI's a big deal these days," she said, her tone slightly snarky."This is just a side job," Xander said smoothly, throwing me for a loop.Wait, what? He had a solid career and moonlighted as a male model in a nightclub?Compared to him, I couldn't help but feel a little... i

"He's not over it yet, even if you are," Lena said. "Right now, his head's probably a total mess."Lena always had a knack for cutting to the truth.Aaron finally took his seat just as the light show started, and wow—it was next-level. Fifty minutes of stunning effects, each one unique.The finale? That was pure magic. The human light performance had the whole crowd hooked, showcasing just how cutting-edge OceanixCorp's work really was.When the models ended by forming our company logo, the applause was deafening."Such a creative and refreshing display," Aaron said, the perfect polished client. "The human light show was a standout.""That was all Ms. Kay from marketing," Ron said, giving credit where it was due.Every eye turned to me as the clapping grew even louder. I nodded, keeping it cool.And then Cole—because of course, Cole—jumped in with a smirk: "Brilliant concept, no doubt, but let's not forget the real stars here—our male models.""Absolutely," I replied smoothly.