The Billionaire's Caregiver のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Leah stood before her full-length mirror, smoothing her hands down the fabric of her dress. She had already tried on four different outfits, discarding each one with increasing frustration, but this one… this one felt right. Classy yet understated, hugging her curves in all the right places, elegant but still striking. It was perfect.And, most importantly, it would make Jeremy’s breath catch the moment he laid eyes on her.She reached for her lipstick, applying a soft shade that complemented her glowing skin. As she stared at her reflection, she couldn't ignore the warmth in her cheeks, the unmistakable light in her eyes. She was radiating happiness, glowing.And there was only one reason why.Last night had been everything; passionate, intense, a collision of longing and relief. She had missed him, and he had missed her. The way he had held her, the way he had whispered her name, the way his lips had claimed hers as if making up for every second they had spent apartIt was undeniabl

Leah grabbed her car keys from the counter, ignoring the way her mother watched her from across the room, arms folded, face set in an expression Leah knew too well."You need a driver," her mother finally said.Leah sighed, slipping on her coat. "I’m a good driver, Mom."Her mother’s frown deepened. "That’s not the point. It’s a long drive, and I know you. You get lost in your thoughts.""I’ll be fine," Leah assured her, moving toward the door.Her mother followed. "At least let Jeremy take you.""Mom." Leah turned, exasperated. "It’s a private meeting. I don’t need Jeremy or anyone else involved."Her mother’s lips pressed together, worry evident in her eyes. "Then be careful. That woman….""....can’t touch me from behind bars," Leah finished, trying to sound more confident than she felt.Her mother exhaled. "Leah…""I’ll be fine, I promise," she said, her tone firm.She kissed her mother’s cheek quickly and stepped out before she could hear another argument.As she walked to her car

Leah paced in her office, remembering what Big Margaret said and how she said it. Her mother's reaction was what caused her to be even more uneasy.A Truth that would shatter her. That should be something she should avoid but she was so eager to know.She ran a finger over the frame of her father’s photograph, staring at his face as if he could somehow talk back to her. She sighed, tilting her head.“What could you have possibly kept from me, Dad?” she muttered, her voice soft. “Something so big that you didn’t want me to know?”His eyes in the picture seemed to pierce through her, but of course, they held no answers.Leah let out a breathless chuckle, shaking her head. “You’re just going to sit there and keep your secrets, huh?”Of course, he would.Because he was gone. And dead men told no tales.She leaned back in her chair, feeling exhausted. She considered the possibility, just for a second, that maybe, just maybe, the truth wasn’t something she wanted to know.“Was it something

The walls of the prison were dull, lifeless. The air carried the faint scent of bleach, metal, and something bitter. Resentment, perhaps.“You have a visitor,” a warder announced.Big Margaret sat in the visitation room, her fingers drumming lightly against the cold metal table. The rhythm was steady, confident.She had been waiting for this moment.She knew Leah would surely come. She had struck a chord the last time they met. And there was something about Leah's hunger for knowing the truth. That insatiable curiosity would bring her here. It was only a matter of time.And now, the wait was over.“I knew she'd come,” she murmured under her breath, smiling.When the door opened, she straightened, preparing herself. But the moment she saw who stepped in, her smirk vanished.Mama, Leah's mother.And she was standing.Big Margaret’s mouth parted in shock. For a moment, she thought her mind was playing tricks on her.“Cassandra,” she whispered, her voice almost unsteady.Cassandra smiled,

Jeremy and Leah sat across from each other in the dimly lit restaurant, the low hum of conversations around them fading into the background.He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. His gaze was fixed on Leah, his eyes searching hers. "You've been carrying something heavy, Leah," he said softly, leaning in slightly. His voice was calm but insistent. "Talk to me."Leah hesitated, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her glass. The condensation left a damp trail beneath her fingertips, but she barely registered it. She wanted to tell him, but the words felt like lead in her throat."It's..." She exhaled sharply. "It's complicated."Jeremy tilted his head slightly. "Complicated how?""It's..." She exhaled sharply. "It's complicated."Jeremy tilted his head, his brows furrowing. "Complicated how?"She inhaled deeply, steeling herself. There was no use delaying it. "Big Margaret reached out to me," she finally admitted, watching him closely for his reaction.Jeremy’s pos