Trained Not To Love You의 모든 챕터: 챕터 161 - 챕터 170

Ronan“So, you’re seeing someone?” Erin asked, his gaze fixed on me. I felt the urge to change the topic, my words almost forming on my lips. But before I could say anything, his phone buzzed sharply. He glanced at it and answered immediately, his voice steady and low. He didn’t leave or excuse himself, though; he stayed right there, barely a foot away, as if he didn’t want me to feel shut out.That was Erin. He was never secretive around me, not since we were kids. I could still see the shadow of that little boy I’d grown up with, always looking up to me for answers and direction, always leaning on me. Time had passed, and life had changed us both, but one thing was still the same—he trusted me completely. And in that moment, as I watched him take that call, his face shifting through a mix of emotions, I realised I trusted him too.But could I be sure he was trusting the right people?“Are you sure?” he asked the person on the other end of the line, his tone suddenly grave. His expres

RonanI watched Erin’s expression shift as he listened, his eyes narrowing, his jaw tightening. He didn’t interrupt, just sat there, driving, taking it all in.Then I told him about what happened when I returned home that fateful evening. The lies I had to tell, the truths I had to bury, and the ever-looming fear that nothing would ever be the same again.When I finally finished, the silence that followed was thick and heavy. Erin’s gaze bore into mine, searching for any sign of deceit, any reason not to believe me. But there was nothing left to hide.“Poor Camila…” Erin murmured, his voice cracking under the weight of emotions. He looked down, rubbing his hands together as if trying to rid himself of an invisible burden. “It must be so hard… pretending to be a nanny to her own child. How could you subject her to that?” he whispered, pain lacing every word. “You could have left the country.”I nodded slowly, feeling the familiar ache in my chest every time I thought of Camila and t

RonanMy chest tightened painfully. Mad? How could I be mad? She had done everything right—she’d been brave and smart, more than anyone could’ve asked of her.“No, Malishka. I’m not mad at all,” I said softly, my voice steady with reassurance. “In fact, I’m relieved. And proud. You did the right thing.” I paused, letting the relief and warmth flow through my words. “How’s Katya?” I asked, eager to know more about my daughter.“She’s fine,” Camila replied, a soft smile in her voice. “She’s in the living room with your mother. Madame won’t let her out of her sight for even a second.”I couldn’t help but smile at that. My mother, ever the protector, always putting family first. “Good. I’m glad they’re together.” I glanced at Erin, his face reflecting the same relief I felt. “There’s some food there,” I added, though I knew they might not have thought of it in their haste to get to safety.“Yes, I know,” she said, a hint of humour threading through her words. “But we came prepared, too. We

CamilaI didn’t want to make things awkward. Whatever was happening between my mother and Master Dimitri was clearly delicate. So, I chose to act like it was the most normal thing in the world.I pretended not to notice the way they stood a little too close to each other or the lingering touch on her shoulder. But I knew my mother too well—she’d want to talk about it later, to give me some sort of explanation. I could already see it in her eyes, the slight tightening around the edges, as if she was preparing for that conversation in advance.“Sir, I’d like to speak with you in private,” I said, turning to Master Dimitri with a determined look.My mother’s brow furrowed in concern, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face.“It has nothing to do with you, Ma,” I assured her quickly, not wanting her to think it was about what I’d just seen. The last thing I wanted was to make her feel self-conscious or guilty. But I needed to talk to Master Dimitri alone, and I needed him to understand

Camila"I want to hear his voice," Dimitri said softly, a vulnerability in his tone I wasn’t used to hearing. For a moment, I was confused. Who did he mean?Then he whispered the name that sent a shockwave through me: “Erin.”I felt my breath catch in my throat, and my heart seemed to skip a beat.Erin? Erin was with Ronan?My mind whirled, struggling to process what I’d just heard.Ronan had found him? After all these years of thinking he was gone forever? After believing we’d lost him, that he’d died in some dark, lonely place we’d never be able to reach?Tears welled up in my eyes before I could stop them. Tears of relief, of overwhelming joy. They spilt down my cheeks, and I didn’t even bother wiping them away. We had been bracing ourselves for confirmation of his death, trying to prepare for the worst—and now, this. This impossible, beautiful miracle.“You gave us a scare there, Erin,” Dimitri murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He rubbed a hand across his face, as if trying