A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Once they were out of sight, Blaire took a deep breath, letting the silence settle around her. She’d thought she could handle this on her own, yet the prospect of returning to her life, with all its complications, suddenly felt daunting.She was distracted by the nurse, who was examining her. " you're fine and your baby is fine too." the nurse said with a comforting smile. Blaire nodded, her expression cold and her heart pounding as she asked to speak with the doctor privately. Soon, she found herself seated across from Dr. Jensen, the same doctor who had gently spoken to her.“Dr. Jensen,” she began, struggling to find the right words. “I… I know I said I’d take some time to think things through and go for counselling, but… I’ve made up my mind.”The doctor’s kind eyes regarded her with understanding. “I’m here to listen, Blaire. Whatever decision you make, it’s yours alone, and we’ll respect that. But please, you shouldn't have left your ward without assistance.”Blaire took a de

Blaire sat back, her mind churning. She’d heard what she needed to hear, but nothing could sway her resolve. This wasn’t about what anyone else thought. She knew what she had to do. She stood, giving the counsellor a polite nod. “ I'm ready to take a chance. Thank you for listening,” she said quietly.As she left the room, a heavy feeling settled over her. Every step down the hallway echoed with the weight of her decision, each one harder than the last.Once she reached the exit, she pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialled her mother’s number. The phone rang a few times before her mother’s familiar voice answered, warm and calming, like a balm to her frayed nerves.“Blaire? Is everything okay?” her mother’s concern was immediate.“Yeah, Mom… I just…” Blaire struggled to keep her voice steady. “I wanted to tell you something important.… I… I’m pregnant.”A pause filled the line, followed by a soft sigh. “Blaire,” her mother’s voice was thick with emotion. “I

Blaire turned her face toward the window, staring at the blur of the city as they drove. Her chest was tight, a mix of anger, confusion, and something that felt too close to vulnerability.It wasn’t until they were halfway home that she finally broke the silence.“Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “Why do you act like you care so much? You made it clear I was mistaken.”Damien’s jaw tensed. “ That's because I thought you just wanted to use our affair as a way to earn money from me, I mean I'm Damien Smith after all. This situation... it’s complicated, yes, but I won’t let you make a choice you’ll regret. Maybe I didn’t handle things well, but I’m not about to watch you throw away something as serious as this without even trying to face it.”She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. “ Trust me, I wouldn't have thought about it if I knew your identity at first. Face it? You mean face the fact that I’m supposed to raise a child alone, with barely enoug

They moved into the small living room, sinking into the couch together. For a while, they talked about her charity work, his job prospects, and the challenges they both faced. And then, there was a quiet pause, a shared look, and they both leaned in, letting their lips meet in a gentle kiss that deepened, filled with an urgency and longing that had been building up in their time apart.As they made their way to his room, their connection felt more intense than ever, a refuge from the world’s demands and pressures. Their moments together were intimate and raw, filled with a quiet passion that lingered even after the embrace softened, and they lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms.In the silence that followed, Marcus turned to her, his expression serious yet tender. “Rachel,” he began, reaching for her hand. “I know I don’t have much right now, but I want to work hard. I’ll do whatever it takes to get to a place where I’m worthy in your father’s eyes. I want him to see that I’m so

Gina overseas, in her world of high-paced work, deadlines, and endless meetings. She had built a reputation for herself as an accomplished event planner, handling everything from high-profile charity galas to exclusive social gatherings. But lately, things had been particularly stressful, with clients making impossible demands and a major project on the verge of falling through. As she hung up the phone after yet another frustrating call, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of exhaustion.That evening, in desperate need of a break, Gina received a text from her friend Carly, inviting her out for drinks. Grateful for the distraction, she quickly changed into an elegant, chic outfit and headed to the city’s trendiest rooftop lounge.The night air was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses as Gina joined her circle of friends. They welcomed her warmly, eager to catch up on her life and hear all about her upcoming engagement to Damien Smith.As they settled into their seats, Gin