Semua Bab Chased By Billionaire After One Night: Bab 261 - Bab 270

Phoebe sat distracted in the classroom all morning, barely registering the teacher's words as they passed through one ear and out the other. Her thoughts had drifted far away.Finally, when the lunch bell rang, she packed her things and walked out of the school building, her steps heavy with weariness.As she reached the entrance, Alexander's car came into view, parked steadily at the front.After a brief farewell to Alva, she climbed into Alexander's car."What were you and Alva talking about?" Alexander glanced at her with a look of playful curiosity and tenderness in his eyes."I'm not telling you." Phoebe's lips curved in a teasing smile as she shook her head lightly, her tone carrying a trace of mischief, like a child playfully keeping a secret.Alexander chuckled, his smile deepening as he started the car. Before long, the sharp sound of his phone ringing broke the comfortable silence.He reached for it, and upon seeing the caller ID, his hand hesitated. His eyes flickered brief

NightAfter a night of passion, Phoebe lay exhausted, limp on the bed, drifting into a deep sleep. She slept soundly, unaware that this would be their final night together.When morning came, he would no longer be hers, and she would have to face a harsh, painful reality.Alexander rose from the bed, lighting a cigarette with a restless sigh, his brows furrowing in frustration.He dreaded the morning.What would he say to her when the sun rose?Should he tell her the truth—that the woman he loved had returned?Even he felt the cruelty of it.Out of selfishness, he had elevated Phoebe to a world of bliss, knowing full well that when she fell, she would be shattered beyond repair.Her radiant smile from yesterday lingered vividly in his mind—a smile as brilliant as summer blooms, filled with happiness and contentment. A smile she might never wear again.He flicked the cigarette aside. No matter how she felt about it, she would have to face the truth.Call him cruel, call him a scoundrel

Alexander stormed out of the resort, his expression dark and brooding. Without hesitation, he strode to the car parked at the entrance, yanked open the door, and got in with fluid, decisive movements.Moments later, the engine roared to life, and he sped down the road, racing toward another city.He had planned everything meticulously before leaving. His subordinates and lawyers knew their roles and awaited his instructions, giving him full confidence that nothing could go wrong.In his mind, all that remained was for Phoebe to obediently sign the documents.Once that was done, his men would safely escort her away, and their paths would never cross again.Outside the car, the scenery blurred like a kaleidoscope of flashing lights, but he paid it no heed. He should have felt relieved, even liberated, at the prospect of cutting ties with her.Yet, a heavy weight pressed against his chest, an oppressive stone that made it hard to breathe.The suffocating feeling was like storm clouds blo

Phoebe wandered aimlessly through the streets all night, her eyes dazed as if searching for a path she couldn't find. She held back her tears, repeating to herself over and over:She wouldn't love him anymore. She would forget him completely.Suddenly, the sky opened up with a torrential downpour. Thunder and lightning crashed above, shaking the heavens with terrifying force.Phoebe ran wildly through the rain, the icy water soaking her to the bone. Her shoes squished with every step, filled with water, making her feel cold and sticky. Ignoring her miserable state, she pushed herself faster.Before long, she found herself outside Gavin's villa, drenched from head to toe. She curled up on the cold, wet pavement, her soaked hair dripping continuously as her petite frame trembled from the chill. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to knock.She had been sitting there for a while. She had tried multiple times to gather the courage, but her hands refused to obey.A sudden beam of light pierced

Gavin emerged from the room and sank onto the sofa in the living room, a glass of red wine in his hand.The alcohol did little to calm the fire surging through him—in fact, it only made it burn stronger.There was no way he could sleep in his own room tonight. Not if he wanted to keep his control intact.The potent effects of the wine coursed through his veins, filling him with a restless heat that made his skin prickle with discomfort. He silently cursed his own restraint. Why had he let his prey escape when it had willingly walked into his trap?He should have claimed that woman. It would have driven Alexander mad with jealousy and regret—that was the kind of torment Gavin craved.But even with hatred running so deep, some invisible force always stopped him from dragging that poor, unfortunate woman down with him.His long fingers gripped the glass as he sipped more of the dark liquid.In the middle of the night, Laura woke up parched, her throat dry. Groggy with sleep, she fumbled