Semua Bab Chased By Billionaire After One Night: Bab 431 - Bab 440

After leaving the villa, Phoebe rushed to the hospital, almost running the entire way. As she turned the corner into the hallway, she saw her father, Ryan, pacing anxiously back and forth."Dad! How's Amy?" she panted, grabbing his arm.Ryan quickly steadied her. "The doctor gave her a fever-reducing shot. She's asleep now. Her temperature's dropped quite a bit, so don't worry too much."Phoebe finally let out a long sigh of relief. She quietly pushed open the door to the hospital room. On the bed, Amy's face was pale, but her breathing had steadied. Phoebe gently touched her daughter's forehead, confirming the fever had indeed gone down."Dad, go home and rest. I'll stay and take care of her tonight," she whispered.Ryan shook his head. "You have work tomorrow. Let me—""I'm not going to the office," Phoebe interrupted, her eyes drifting unconsciously toward the window."Did the company give you time off?""Mhm," she replied vaguely, digging her fingernails into her palm without real

Laura's body trembled violently, uncontrollably. Despair clawed at her heart, so suffocating that death seemed a merciful escape. She frantically pushed against Gavin, her hands straining to shove him away—but he held her fast, his mouth sealing over her skin, rendering her struggles useless.In her panic, her fingers groped along the table beside her until they closed around a lamp. Without hesitation, she swung it toward Gavin's forehead. But before it could connect, his hand snapped up, catching her wrist with terrifying precision.A sharp twist of his arm, and the lamp clattered to the floor, the sound shattering the silence like glass.Gavin lifted his head slightly, his gaze burning into Laura's shaking form.The more she resisted, the more determined he became to force her body to accept him. This was her fault. Five years of silence, and now she dared to reappear in his world? If fate had brought them back together, he wouldn't let her slip away again. He would chain her to hi

Phoebe bustled around the kitchen, while Alexander stood at the doorway, arms crossed, silently watching her with unwavering focus.There was a trace of obsession in his gaze, as if time itself had frozen in that moment. Half an hour slipped by unnoticed—he remained completely absorbed in the sight of Phoebe moving about, focused and graceful.After two hours of careful cooking, a table full of aromatic, colorful dishes was finally laid out. Phoebe looked at her handiwork with a soft smile of satisfaction. She turned toward Alexander, who was sitting on the couch with his head buried in a newspaper, and called out gently, "Dinner's ready."But Alexander didn't respond. He remained motionless, still reading, as though he hadn't heard her."Dinner!" Phoebe raised her voice.Still no reaction.She tiptoed over, peeking curiously at the newspaper in his hands. The moment she caught a clear view, she froze for a second, then leaned in close to his ear and murmured teasingly, "It's upside d

The next morning, Phoebe slowly woke from her dreams, stretched lazily, and got up in high spirits to wash up. After tidying her room, she headed downstairs out of habit to prepare breakfast for Alexander. In just a few days, this had become a part of her daily routine—oddly enough, she didn't find it tedious. In fact, she felt oddly content.As soon as she descended the stairs, her eyes were drawn to a figure by the window. Alexander was seated there, absorbed in the financial section of the newspaper. Morning light spilled across his figure, outlining his graceful silhouette. Even in loose loungewear, his natural charm was unmistakable. His profile looked especially handsome under the soft sunlight.Phoebe stood frozen, momentarily captivated, until she realized her own dazed state and quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing with heat.She tried to sneak past quietly, but just as she turned, their eyes met—Alexander had looked up. Phoebe froze, embarrassment surging through he

At 4:30 in the afternoon, Phoebe finally finished replying to the last email. She rubbed her aching neck, her tightly strung nerves finally relaxing—and with that, a wave of longing for her children crashed over her.She glanced at the time—Alexander's meeting wouldn't end for another two hours.She could make it.Quietly and carefully, she tidied up her desk, doing her best to leave unnoticed. As the elevator doors closed behind her, she could almost hear Alexander's icy voice ringing in her ears:"No leaving your post without my permission."Phoebe gripped the strap of her bag, her heart skipping a beat. But then she reminded herself—her work was done, and she'd be back soon. It would be fine.The sunlight spilled warmly over the kindergarten lawn. The moment Phoebe stepped through the gate, two small figures shot toward her like tiny rockets."Mommy, where have you been these past few days?"Amy blinked her