บททั้งหมดของ Mr. Cripple And Mrs. Deaf : Twist Of Fate: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

James-Damien once said that for family, he could destroy the world. It was his determined resolve to protect his own. When his sister died and he believed the woman he loved was responsible, I saw him crumble like a sandcastle washed away by relentless waves. At that moment, I wondered if a person could truly become a monster because of grief. What would happen if I lost my parents? While these thoughts churned in my mind, life handed me the answer. One day, I stood before my parents’ lifeless bodies, covered in blood. The red didn’t feel vibrant—it felt gray, colorless, devoid of life. My younger sister clung to my legs, sobbing endlessly, asking over and over what we would do now. I felt myself shatter into pieces, like fragile glass crushed underfoot. When I finally resolved to protect the only family I had left, to become a monster like Damien if necessary, fate laughed in my face. I stood by my sister’s hospital bed, watching her weak gaze meet mine. Her frail hand reach

In the dining room, Aria sets up her tea party with great enthusiasm. She places tiny teacups, saucers, and a teapot which she filled with her favorite banana milk on the table. She even adds her stuffed animals—Mr. Carrot, Miss Bunny, and Sir Bearington—to the mix. When Julian finally trudges downstairs, wearing the frilly shirt over his pajamas, Aria beams at him. "You look perfect, Julie!" Julian looks like he wants to crawl back into bed. "Let’s just get this over with. I have school today." Aria gestures grandly to the table. "Welcome to Queen Aria’s Royal Tea Party! Please take a seat, Mr. Butler." Julian sits down with a long-suffering sigh. "Do I really have to do this?" "Yes! And you have to pour the tea!" Aria points to the teapot. Julian picks up the teapot and pours the apple juice into the tiny cups. Aria claps her hands in delight. "Wonderful! You’re a great butler, Julie!" "Thanks," Julian mutters, clearly not meaning it. Aria picks up her teacup and ta

Carol sits on the edge of the desk, her hand still loosely gripping Damien's collar. She studies his face—the soft curve of his smirk, the playful glint in his eyes, and the way his hair falls slightly over his forehead. He always has this maddening ability to disarm her with a single look, as if he holds all the cards to a game she doesn’t even realize she’s playing. “Damien,” she begins, her voice softening just a touch. “We’ve talked about this. Another baby is a big commitment.” He leans in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmurs, “You mean the best kind of commitment.” His hands find their way to her waist, gently pulling her closer. “Besides, you already handle everything so perfectly. I know you can handle another little one running around.” Carol groans and leans back slightly to look at him, her brow furrowed. “Perfectly? Have you seen our daughter? She’s practically glued to me 24/7. I can’t even finish a cup of coffee without her demanding something or

Eunice, The hum of activity fills the office as I sit at my desk, tapping away at my tablet. My messages with James flicker on the screen, a mixture of casual banter and the occasional helpful advice about a recipe. He’s been staying with me for a while now, and honestly, he’s taken over my small apartment like it’s his. Cooking, cleaning, rearranging things—I can’t decide if it’s annoying or a blessing. How did I let him get so comfortable? “Hm? Bed and breakfast? How lucky!” Lea’s teasing tone pulls me out of my thoughts. I glance up just in time to see her leaning over my shoulder, her mischievous grin wide as she peers at my messages. I immediately turn the screen off, rolling my eyes. “Stop staring at other people’s messages! It’s nothing.” Lea smirks, unbothered by my annoyance, and pulls up a chair beside me. “Not ‘other people.’ My dearest colleague. Who, by the way, is leaving us soon. Got a boyfriend who’s tagging along, hmm?” I shake my head, gripping the tablet t

The morning air is crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers as I step out onto the porch. The mountains loom in the distance, their peaks kissed by soft streaks of sunlight. For a moment, I let the tranquility wash over me, the weight in my chest easing ever so slightly. “You ready?” James’s voice startles me, and I turn to see him standing behind me, a lopsided grin on his face and a woven basket in his hand. He’s wearing a loose white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the sunlight makes his hair look almost golden. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I reply, brushing past him toward the dirt path leading to the fields. We’re harvesting watermelons today. Margaret had asked us last night, her kind eyes twinkling with excitement as she explained that the ripe melons were waiting just beyond the river near the base of the mountain. James falls into step beside me, his strides easy and unhurried. “Do you think you’ll manage to carry a watermelon all the w