All Chapters of Chasing My Runaway Bride: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Emma's POV After a lovely reunion with my friends, they left, but not without asking when I planned to return to work. “In a day or two, once we’ve settled in and James has been admitted to his new school,” I replied. They nodded, satisfied, before saying their goodbyes and leaving.The three of us—Ryan, James, and I—were tired after the long day. We retired to our rooms, though I couldn’t ignore the strange feeling creeping over me as I entered our room. Sharing a room with Ryan wasn’t something I’d given much thought to before, but now it felt complicated. I voiced my hesitation, unsure of how to handle this new dynamic between us.“I don’t know if it’s a good idea to share a room,” I told him.Ryan, always so composed, gave me a soft but firm look. “On the contrary, it is a perfect idea, It’ll have a negative effect on James if we don’t. And let’s not forget the servants—they’ll talk. But more importantly, I want to move forward Emma, and we can’t do that if we’re still keeping se

Emma's POV I felt a rush of emotion, hearing my father admit his mistakes and express his gratitude to Ryan. It wasn’t something I’d ever expected. He had never admitted any mistake in his life. His gaze shifted to Ryan, and the emotion in his voice softened into something almost like admiration. “That’s when Ryan stepped in. Out of nowhere, he offered to help—offered a solution I never would have imagined. He saved me, Emma. He saved our entire company. I always saw Daniel as the better man, but I was wrong. He was all glitter and no substance. Ryan, on the other hand…” Dad turned to look at Ryan, his voice softening. “Ryan’s got a heart of gold. He’s the one who saved me, and I’ll never forget that.”I looked at Ryan, stunned. He hadn’t told me any of this. I didn't know he’d been working behind the scenes to help us. He caught my eye briefly, offering a small, almost imperceptible smile before looking back at my father.There was a pause before Dad spoke again, this time with a

Emma's POV That evening, as we all gathered for dinner, the atmosphere in the house felt lighter than it had in years. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, my family was together, united, and at peace. The children laughed as they played, and the warmth of the conversation floated around the table, but it was my father’s earlier confession that lingered in my mind.But later, when night fell and we returned to our shared bedroom, the air changed. Sharing a room with Ryan was a challenge I hadn’t anticipated. The memories of what we once had together, coupled with the unresolved feelings still burning between us, made the space between us feel electric. His presence was overwhelming; every glance, every word was laced with an unspoken tension.As we readied for bed, I couldn’t ignore the lingering heat in the room, the way Ryan’s eyes followed me as I moved around. He didn’t push, though. Instead, he was patient, setting the scene with subtlety, creating an atmosphere I c

Emma's POV His hand moved to my cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of my jaw in a slow, sensual caress. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire. “Even more beautiful than I remember.”I felt my knees go weak under the weight of his gaze. Six years apart, and yet it felt like no time had passed at all. He was still the man who could make my heart race with just a look, the man who knew exactly how to touch me, how to unravel me.His lips hovered dangerously close to mine, and for a moment, I thought he would kiss me. But he didn’t. Instead, he let the tension build; the anticipation heightened until I was practically trembling with need.“You want this, don’t you?” he asked, his voice a low, seductive rumble. “I can feel it. I can see it in your eyes.”I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. I wanted to deny it, wanted to maintain some semblance of control, but the truth was undeniable. I did want him. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted in my life.“Yes,

Emma's POV They played for about half an hour, and all of them were laughing, and we all were pleased to see everyone so happy. Finally, my dad was tired and he asked everyone to come out for breakfast. My mother, sister, and I were already seated; they joined us. But that was only the beginning of Ryan’s morning antics. Under the table, his hand found mine, giving it a subtle squeeze, and when no one was looking, he would brush his fingers along my arm, sending tiny thrills up and down my spine. Every touch, every glance, seemed to say, This isn’t over, Emma.I could feel my cheeks heating again and hastily looked away, focusing intently on my toast." Wow! This toast looks like a masterpiece, doesn't it, Emma?" Eva asked. " Hunh? What?" " You are looking at the toast on your plate as if you have not seen anything like that for too long. Are you so interested in that toast or is it something or someone else that has your attention? " She wiggled her eyes and burst out laughing.