บททั้งหมดของ Reclaiming Evelyn : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chapter 12: Public Embarrassment Landon and Jade’s povThe soft glow of morning sunlight streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows of Landon’s penthouse. Jade was sprawled on the plush couch, her swollen belly prominent as she sipped on freshly squeezed orange juice. Landon sat opposite her, his face buried in financial reports, but his attention drifted each time Jade shifted uncomfortably.“Can I get you anything else?” Landon asked, his voice laced with concern.Jade smiled sweetly, setting her glass down on the side table. “No, darling. You’re already doing so much.” She reached out to hold his hand, her fingers brushing over his knuckles. “But I do need to talk to you about something.”Landon raised an eyebrow, folding his papers. “What is it?”Jade hesitated, looking down as if searching for the right words. “It’s about… Evelyn.”At the mention of her name, Landon stiffened. His jaw tightened, and his hand slid away from hers. “What about her?”“Well, it’s just…” Jad

Chapter 14: New Beginnings and BondsAs the call ended, I placed the phone back onto Mr. Harrington’s desk, my hands trembling slightly. Everything felt like it was spiraling Landon’s insistence on finalizing the divorce, the media’s incessant focus on me, and the overwhelming offer from Mr. Harrington. My thoughts were jumbled, my emotions an indecipherable mess.“Evelyn.” Mr. Harrington’s voice pulled me from my spiraling thoughts. His calm, composed demeanor helped me anchor myself, though my hands were still shaking slightly. “What did the lawyer say?”I swallowed hard, my voice shaky as I replied, “They’ve set a meeting to finalize the divorce. They want me to sign the papers in person.”His face darkened, his concern evident. “Listen to me, Evelyn. You’ve been through enough at their hands. There’s absolutely no reason for you to meet Landon or his lawyer in person. Any discussions or legal matters can and should go through your legal team. Don’t put yourself in a position where

Chapter 16: A New BeginningThe morning light filtered through my curtains, soft and golden, nudging me awake. My hand instinctively rested on my belly, feeling the faint stir of life beneath my palm. Seven months. It still amazed me, the strength and fragility of the bond I had with this tiny being.A soft knock at my door broke my thoughts. “Evelyn, it’s morning,” Claire called out. “I brought your tea.”“Come in,” I said, my voice still thick with sleep.Claire entered, her presence warm and reassuring as always. She carried a tray with a steaming cup of chamomile tea, setting it on my bedside table.“Good morning,” she said with her usual cheerfulness.I sat up slowly, offering a faint smile. “Morning, Claire. Thank you.”“You looked like you needed a little extra care after yesterday,” she said, her gaze scanning me with concern. “Did you sleep at all?”I took the cup, wrapping my hands around its warmth. “A little,” I admitted. “I had a lot to think about, but…I’ve made some deci

Chapter 18: Redemption As I descended the stairs of the administration building, my stomach growled loudly, reminding me of how long it had been since I last ate. The day’s activities had taken their toll, and I had been so focused on completing the necessary processes that I had barely noticed my hunger. Now, it hit me with full force.“Could this baby not be a little patient?” I muttered to myself as I rubbed my belly. “We’re almost done, I promise.”Locating the car park, I walked briskly, scanning the rows of vehicles for the familiar black car. When I spotted it, I knocked gently on the driver’s window to get his attention.The older man quickly rolled down the window, his eyes lighting up with recognition. He stepped out immediately, adjusting his uniform. “Oh, ma’am, I’m so sorry I didn’t see you approaching. Please forgive me.”I waved off his apology with a tired smile. “It’s okay, really. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I didn’t know the process would take this long.

Chapter 20The warm rays of the morning sun seeped through the gaps in my curtains, waking me gently. I stirred, my body still heavy with sleep, but a soft knock at the door brought me fully awake.“Come in,” I called, my voice groggy.Claire entered, her ever-present smile lighting up her face, with a steaming cup of milk tea in her hands. “Good morning, Evelyn. How did you sleep?”I sat up slowly, fluffing the pillows behind me for support. “Good morning, Claire. I slept well, thank you. And you?”“Ah, like a rock,” she said with a chuckle, placing the tea on my bedside table. “Drink this before it gets cold. It’ll help wake you up.”I took the cup gratefully, the warmth of it seeping into my hands. The sweet, spicy aroma brought a small smile to my lips. Claire always knew what I needed, even without me saying a word.“Thank you, Claire. You’re a lifesaver,” I said softly before taking a small sip. The creamy tea was perfect, just the way I liked it.Claire gave me a knowing look. “