Mr. Billionaire Claims Me Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Lilian POV I woke up feeling a weight next to me. For a moment, I thought it was one of the triplets who, as always, invaded my bed on the coldest nights. But the weight was different. It was bigger, firmer. When I opened my eyes and turned my head, I saw Jensen lying next to me. He was so close I could hear his slow, deep breathing. His arm was around my waist, as if, even in my sleep, he wanted to make sure I was there, safe. I frowned, confused. Was Jensen in my bed? No. The smell of disinfectant and the awkward silence reminded me: I was in the hospital. But what was he doing here? I watched him for a few seconds, hesitating between pushing him or leaving him there. Despite the confusion, it was hard to deny that he looked... handsome. His hair was disheveled, and his face was devoid of the worry lines that usually accompanied it. “Stop it, Lilian,” I muttered to myself, trying to shake those thoughts away. But when I tried to move, a pang of worry hit me. “My triplets

Lilian POV The morning following my release from the hospital was a whirlwind of activity. April didn't seem willing to leave me alone for even a second, and it wasn't because of a lack of affection, but because of the obvious concern she had for me. “Don’t worry, Lilian. I will stay with you until you recover completely,” she said, as she helped me settle onto the couch in my living room. Jensen and Finn were there too, but their presence didn't bring me the same feeling of welcome as April. In fact, it seemed more like a game of who would be the most attentive, but in a comical way. One was trying to adjust the surrounding cushions, while the other was asking, every five minutes, what I wanted to eat. “Are you sure you don’t want anything? There's soup, there's that juice you like... I can order anything for you,” Jensen said, almost begging me to respond, with that tone that tried to be concerned, but was beyond excessive. Finn was not far behind him, also with that “I'm here to

Jensen POVThe room was plunged into an unsettling silence, broken only by the sound of the clock on the wall. Lying on the couch, I stared at the ceiling, trying to find some peace, but all I got was more questions rattling around in my mind. It wasn't the sofa that bothered me, as it was — but the feeling that this was where I belonged now. Finn was in the next seat, watching me with that critical look that seemed to cut through any facade I tried to maintain. I knew he wouldn't last long without making some comment. “You know this is a shame, right?” he began, a sarcastic smile on his lips. I didn't respond immediately. Instead, I turned my face, looking at him. He was relaxed, as if this was just a game for him. “And what exactly is a shame, Finn?” I asked finally, my voice calm. "You. A man like you, with everything you got—money, power, influence—sleeping on the couch like a teenager punished by his parents. Don’t you think that’s a little… pathetic?” I rolled my eye

Lilian POVI woke up slowly that morning, the sun shyly coming through the window. The bed was warm and comfortable, and the smell of the pillow still brought me a feeling of security. I looked to the side and saw Jensen, still asleep. He was lying protectively with his arms around me, not realizing I was waking up. For a moment, I stood there, simply watching him, trying to organize all the thoughts that were crowding in my mind. I knew that the moment of clarification could no longer wait. We needed to talk.He stirred a little, shifting his head on the pillow, and then opened his eyes. His gaze met mine and a soft smile appeared on his face. “Good morning,” he said, with the hoarse voice of someone who was still in the middle of sleep.“Good morning, Jensen,” I replied, but my voice had a more serious tone, and I knew he would notice.He soon felt that something was different, as if there was a weight in my expression. "Are you okay? What happened? You seemed… thoughtful.”I sighed

Lilian POVAfter the children left for school, the house became calmer, but no less tense. Jensen went to the living room, playing on his cell phone, while Finn remained in the kitchen, finishing his coffee. I knew that conversation with Finn couldn't be postponed. The time was now. I took a deep breath before calling him, “Finn, we need to talk. Can it be in private?” He looked up in surprise and hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. “Of course, Lilian.” I led him to the back garden, where the fresh air helped calm my nerves. I leaned against the porch railing as he stood a few steps away, hands in his pockets. “Finn,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “I want to understand why you lied to Jensen about the baby. Why did you say you are the father?” He looked away, clearly uncomfortable. He ran his hand through his hair before answering. “Lilian, I did this to protect you.” "Protect?" My voice was louder than I intended, and I crossed my arms, trying to remain calm.