Semua Bab Return Of The Billionaire's Soulmate : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Vincent watched Marianne closely as she bustled around the kitchen, preparing a meal for him. It was clear that she felt a sense of obligation since she had nothing to offer him except a meal. When she finally set the plate in front of him and took a seat opposite, she smiled warmly, visibly pleased to see him."You look so happy to see me," Vincent remarked, taking a bite of the food she had prepared. There was a playful tone in his voice, and he couldn’t help but notice her genuine warmth.Marianne’s smile broadened. "Of course, I’ve been wanting to thank you for a long time. But I heard you traveled even before the final exams," she explained, her voice carrying a hint of regret for the lost time.Vincent’s gaze remained fixed on her as he asked, "Does that mean you missed me all this while?" His question was teasing, yet there was an underlying sincerity as he stirred his food absentmindedly."Of course," Marianne admitted, her eyes sparkling with honesty. "I even waited for you d

After landing in Silverton, Alexander found the car he had arranged waiting for him. As he settled into the back seat, he instructed the driver to head to Marianne's house. When they arrived, Alexander stepped out while his driver, Paul, stayed behind in the car. He had asked Paul to pick him up from the airport without notifying his mother—he wanted to surprise her after so many years away.Entering the house, he spotted Mrs. Corelle sitting on the couch, her glasses perched on her nose as she skimmed through the newspaper. She looked as beautiful as ever, and Alexander couldn’t help but notice how much Marianne had inherited from her. He quietly approached and sat beside her, waiting for her to notice him. When she finally lifted her gaze from the newspaper, her eyes widened in surprise."Oh my goodness, Alexander!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. It had been so long since she last saw him, and she had missed him deeply. But her excitement quickly gave way to confu

Mrs. Skarsgard followed her son into his room. Alexander was already shirtless when she entered, and his face was a picture of frustration. He was annoyed that his mother had pretended not to know who he was referring to as "wife" earlier."You should stop barging into my room like that. What if I were naked?" he snapped, his irritation clear. His mother responded with a hard smack to his head."Look who’s talking. Do you remember when you used to run around naked? I threatened to cut off those ‘balls’ if you didn’t stop. I’m sure the maids have seen more than enough of your toothpick" she said, rolling her eyes. Alexander blinked in surprise."Toothpick? Really?" he asked incredulously, grabbing a shirt from his wardrobe. His mother shrugged and settled onto the couch, ready to continue their earlier conversation."But Xander, did you get remarried? You left to find Marianne and promised not to leave until you did. Now you’re telling me you’re married? What’s going on?" she asked. Al

Sienna lay on her bed, silent tears falling after what seemed like an eternity of emptiness. Her heart was heavy, weighed down by the anguish of a mother separated from her child. She felt utterly lost, unable to find any comfort. The night stretched on endlessly, and she knew that sleep would not come easily.In the quiet stillness, she rose from the bed and wandered into the kitchen for a glass of water. She didn’t return to her room. Instead, she made her way to her son Emilio’s bedroom, standing in the doorway for a long time. The room felt empty, yet she imagined him there, smiling at her, telling her everything would be okay.“You need to come back to me, Emilio,” she whispered, a faint smile flickering across her tear-streaked face as though she could hear his voice reassuring her.Unable to stay there any longer, Sienna walked back to the living room. She glanced at the clock—it was already 2 a.m. She hadn’t even closed her eyes, let alone slept. How could any mother sleep in

The hospital room was quiet, except for the steady hum of the machines and the occasional beep from the heart monitor. The cold, sterile light filled the space, making everything seem distant and surreal—especially to Marianne, who felt her breath catch in her throat. Dr. Reynolds stood over the bed, working quickly to keep the patient alive. His hands moved with skill, but there was a tension in his face. He knew how critical the situation was. “We're losing him!” a nurse exclaimed, her voice trembling with fear as the heart monitor's beeping grew irregular. “Increase the dopamine!” Dr. Reynolds commanded urgently. “We need to get his blood pressure up!” His movements were precise, but there was a trace of desperation in his voice. He couldn't afford to lose this patient—not if there was anything he could do to stop it. In the corner of the room, Marianne stood with her hands tightly clasped, her knuckles white. Jayson stood beside her, powerless to help, watching her in silenc