บททั้งหมดของ Chased By Billionaire After One Night: บทที่ 301 - บทที่ 310

Phoebe stared at the number on the screen.She turned her face away. Was he upset because she was designing a wedding dress for the woman she loved?Was he really that petty? Was he afraid she'd do something to Hermosa? Would she eat her alive? Or what?She didn't care, but he clearly did.Did he think she was desperate to design a wedding dress for Hermosa?Her chest tightened as she bit her lip, trying to hold back the bitterness and sadness she felt.She wanted to pull her hand back from his grip, but he refused to let go.The sorrow and weakness in her eyes mirrored in Alexander's gaze. He narrowed his eyes, a fleeting softness crossing his features.But it was quickly hidden, as though it had never existed.It had been a long time since he'd seen her, and perhaps the pregnancy had added some allure to her, making her even more beautiful. Her appearance now had a charm that made his gaze linger.Frowning deepl

Phoebe lay in bed, her thoughts swirling like an uncontrollable tide. The events of the day lingered in her mind, especially Alexander's confusing gaze.She clearly remembered, as she got into the car, catching a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye.At that moment, his gaze was completely different from usual—his eyes seemed to hide an unspeakable sadness and loneliness, as though weighed down by something heavy, radiating an indescribable isolation.It was the first time she had seen such an emotion in his eyes, as if something had quietly shifted between them.Phoebe shook her head forcefully, trying to push away these chaotic thoughts. She didn't want to fall into useless speculation, and she certainly didn't want to let herself get trapped in that whirlpool of thoughts.She forced herself to close her eyes, trying to steady her breathing, hoping to drift off to sleep as quickly as possible.Outside the window, the moonlight

That night, the moonlight was like water, and Alexander stumbled back home, his steps unsteady, his body intoxicated. Hermosa was still in the living room, her eyes filled with concern and anticipation, fixed on the door.As soon as she heard his familiar footsteps, she immediately stood up and approached him."Alex, you've been drinking again?" Hermosa asked softly, her voice tinged with mild reproach, her brow furrowed slightly. A trace of pity flickered in her eyes."All for work," Alexander slurred, burping as he spoke, effortlessly lying as the smell of alcohol wafted with his words.Hermosa instinctively took a step back, gently covering her nose. She couldn't stand the overpowering scent of alcohol that clung to him."Go to bed first, I'll take a shower," Alexander said, then swayed toward the bathroom, each step unsteady, as if walking on clouds.When Alexander came out of the bathroom, Hermosa hadn't fallen asleep. She sat quietly o

On the other side, the courtyard was tranquil and peaceful in the afternoon. Soft sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.Hermosa sat contentedly on a lounge chair, her eyes gently closed, savoring the quiet moment as a light breeze brushed against her hair.Suddenly, a strange beam of light appeared out of nowhere, enveloping her head as if controlled by an invisible hand. Hermosa snapped her eyes open, her pupils dilating in shock and fear.The sudden change made her heart race, nearly jumping out of her chest. Her face turned pale, and her breathing quickened.After a long moment, Hermosa finally composed herself. She pressed her hand tightly against her chest, trying to steady her chaotic heartbeat.Her voice trembled with fear as she raised it and sharply called out to the maid nearby, "What are you doing here?"This maid had an unsettling habit of appearing out of nowhere, scaring her ea

Phoebe's gaze fell on the damaged part of the wedding dress, her brows furrowing slightly. Without hesitation, she skillfully opened the sewing kit, delicately picking up the needle and thread with practiced ease. The issue wasn’t difficult to fix—her proficiency in needlework made it a simple task.With unwavering focus, she threaded the needle and carefully embroidered a petal over the torn area. Each stitch, precise and meticulous, concealed the flaw seamlessly.Before long, the damage had vanished as if it had never existed. "It's done. You can try it on now and see if there are any other issues," Phoebe said with a faint smile, carefully handing the dress to Hermosa before swiftly tidying up the sewing kit with fluid movements.She silently hoped this would be the last problem to fix—so she would never have to see her again."It's beautiful. Thank you," Hermosa said sincerely, taking the dress with a radiant smile before quickly heading into the fitting room.Moments later, she e