Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love's Redemption: Kabanata 881 - Kabanata 890

"How boring," Lena grumbled. Not wanting to disappoint her, Aaron relented. He opened the car door, used the frame to push himself up, and joined her on the roof with a graceful leap. Lena’s mood brightened instantly. She reached out and playfully tapped his forehead. “Uncle, you’re so obedient.” “You’re just a drunk lunatic,” Aaron muttered, grabbing her arm to keep her steady. Lena rested her head on his shoulder. “Uncle, tell me a story…” “Once upon a time, there was a little girl who dreamed of visiting the moon. Every night, she prayed and wished, until one day, her sincerity caught the attention of a celestial maiden in the moon palace…” “I don’t want to hear that one!” Lena interrupted, shaking her head in protest. “You told me that story when I was little, and you’re still telling it now. I’m sick of it!” “Then what story do you want to hear?” Aaron’s deep voice carried a soothing resonance in the quiet night, rich and magnetic. Lena closed her eyes slightly. “T

The doctor hesitated for a couple of seconds before asking, “Why do you want to undergo an HIV screening? Are you feeling unwell, or have you recently come into contact with someone diagnosed with the disease?” “I’ve been in contact,” Yuna said softly, her voice tinged with unease. “I didn’t know beforehand. I only found out recently, and it’s been making me really anxious.” “Is it confirmed that the person you were in contact with has this disease? And what kind of contact did you have?” the doctor asked, pausing briefly before continuing. “HIV is indeed a serious condition, but it’s not something you catch from casual contact.” After explaining the basics about HIV transmission, the doctor added, “If you tell me honestly, I can help determine if you’re at risk and whether this screening is necessary.” “The infected person is a girl. She’s from a difficult background and works in a karaoke lounge as a drinks promoter. About a month ago, she got sick, and I took care of her for

Aaron stood in the doorway, dressed in a sleek black silk pajama set. His freshly showered hair, slightly tousled, softened his usual sharp appearance, and a pair of rimless glasses perched elegantly on his high nose bridge gave him an air of refined sophistication. Lena had always known her uncle was handsome, but at that moment, he seemed almost impossibly so. The sight stirred an impulsive, fleeting thought in her—an inexplicable urge to claim him as her own. The notion passed as quickly as it came, leaving her cheeks flushed red. She hurriedly lowered her gaze, avoiding both his eyes and her own wandering thoughts. “I saw your light was still on. Why aren’t you asleep yet?” Aaron’s voice was soft and slightly husky, magnetic and soothing in the stillness of the night. “Can’t sleep,” Lena replied as she stepped out of her bedroom and made her way to the living room sofa. He followed her without prying further, though she explained on her own. “I have surgery tomorrow—a pro

Lena’s gaze naturally found Aaron’s face. He was watching her, not saying anything, but his eyes conveyed a clear sense of pride and approval. Since she was a child, it wasn’t her parents’ reactions to her exam results that she feared—it was Aaron’s. Even now, that feeling lingered. Seeing his satisfaction, she felt a surge of joy. “Uncle, we did it!” Lena exclaimed, standing excitedly in front of him. Aaron reached out, removed her surgical cap, and gently patted her head. “Lil' Lena is the best.” “I’m so happy, Uncle,” Lena said, unable to suppress her excitement. The next second, she threw her arms around him in a tight hug. It had been him who stayed by her side the night before, calming her nerves with homemade milk tea and their quiet conversation. Leaning close to his ear, she whispered, “Uncle, half of this success belongs to you.” A faint smile appeared on Aaron’s lips. His hovering hand rested lightly on her waist as he murmured back, “Mm, we’ll celebrate toni

"I'm aiming to go big, to create a nationwide chain—not just fooling around," Keira was about to share her grand vision with Lena when the doorbell rang. She walked toward the door, still holding the phone, and glanced at the monitor to see who it was. The sight made her pause. “Someone’s here. I’ll call you back,” Keira said to Lena. “Who is it?” she asked, curious. “It’s Kylian!” Lena immediately recognized the name. “Is he here to see Hayden?” “Hayden isn’t home.” After a brief pause, Lena speculated, “Then he’s probably here for you.” “That’s what I think too,” Keira replied. “Call me in a bit. If I don’t answer, assume he’s killed me and report it to the police.” Lena laughed. “Pregnancy brain strikes again. If you’re that worried, why not call the police now and save yourself?” Keira chuckled. “No, I’ll report this to Hayden first.” After hanging up, Keira sent Hayden a snapshot from the surveillance feed before opening the door. “Mr. Hart,” Keira greeted