Semua Bab Blind Deception: The CEO's Regret: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Alaric sat in the apothecary's library, poring over medical journals he barely understood. It had been weeks since he had made the promise to win Elona back, and every passing day unveiled another facet of her life, a life he had barely scratched the surface of when he sent her away.Elona was nothing like the fragile woman he had envisioned her to be when they first reunited. She was a storm contained in elegance, a blend of intellect and power wrapped in a calm exterior. She had achieved mastery in fields he hadn’t even dreamed of exploring, and yet she carried herself with humility.Today, as he observed her instructing a junior herbalist on the precise preparation of a rare antidote, he realized just how wrong he had been to believe she needed him to survive.Alaric was in actual fact, Rediscovering Elona. Later that evening, Alaric found himself sitting across from Master Fu, who sipped his tea with an amused smile. “You look troubled, young man,” Master Fu remarked, his sharp ey

The playroom in Elona’s temporary residence was buzzing with activity. The triplets, Arlyle, Artie, and Allie, had gathered around their miniature table, their expressions unusually serious. The normally scattered toys were shoved into a corner, and a stack of papers, crayons, and their mother’s old laptop sat in the center of their "conference room."Artie, the self-proclaimed chairman of the meeting, cleared his throat dramatically and adjusted his toy spectacles. “Ladies and gentleman,” he began, addressing his siblings with the gravitas of a seasoned diplomat, “we are gathered here today to solve a problem of epic proportions.”Arlyle leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands. “Mom deserves the best. But let’s face it: Dad is a total rookie when it comes to love.”Allie, clutching her favorite stuffed rabbit, nodded solemnly. “He’s super smart in business but super dumb when it comes to feelings.”Artie rapped his tiny knuckles on the table. “Exactly. And we, the Terrific Trio

The next morning, Alaric woke up to the sound of clinking teacups. He followed the noise to the dining room, where the triplets had set up what looked like a miniature tea house. The table was draped in a silk cloth, and a tray of elegant teacups and a steaming pot of tea sat in the center.Artie, dressed in a tiny kimono, bowed slightly as Alaric entered. “Welcome, Father. Today’s lesson is about the art of tea ceremonies and thoughtful gestures.”“What does tea have to do with winning your mother over?” Alaric asked, though he couldn’t suppress a smile at the sight of his children’s seriousness.“Everything!” Allie said, pouring tea into a small cup with exaggerated precision. “A tea ceremony is about showing care, attention to detail, and respect. If you can do that, you’ll learn to think about Mommy’s feelings.” Arlyle nodded sagely. “Plus, Mommy loves tea. If you can master this, you’re one step closer to her heart.”Lesson One: The Perfect PourArtie demonstrated how to pour tea

Morning in the Royale mansion was anything but quiet. The triplets had woken Alaric at dawn, bouncing on his bed like tiny generals ready for war.“Today’s lesson starts now, Daddy!” Arlyle declared, planting his hands on his hips. Alaric groaned, pulling a pillow over his face. “Can’t we start at a more reasonable hour? Like noon?”“No!” Allie said, yanking the pillow away. “You’re on a tight schedule if you want Mommy to even look at you with anything other than disappointment.”Artie waved a notebook in front of Alaric’s face. “We’ve outlined a full day’s curriculum. You’re going to learn everything there is to know about winning Mommy back.”Alaric sat up, rubbing his temples. “Alright, alright. What’s on the agenda?” Arlyle opened the notebook to the first page, where the words “Lesson One: Thoughtful Communication” were written in bold letters.Lesson One: Thoughtful CommunicationThe triplets led Alaric to the breakfast table, where a phone sat waiting for him. “First,” Arlyle

Alaric sat at the dining table, the morning sun streaming through the windows. The triplets had declared it another day of "Daddy Training," and he was bracing himself for whatever new lessons they had devised.“Daddy, today’s theme is patience,” Allie announced, flipping open their now-iconic notebook. “Patience?” Alaric repeated. “I think I’ve been patient enough.”Arlyle shook his head. “You think patience is just about waiting, but it’s more than that. It’s about understanding, listening, and not rushing Mommy into anything.”Artie tapped the table with his tiny finger. “You can’t bulldoze your way into Mommy’s heart. You have to show her that you respect her pace and decisions.” Alaric sighed. “Fine. What’s the plan for today?”Lesson One: Listening Without InterruptingThe triplets set up a role-play exercise in the living room. “I’ll be Mommy,” Allie declared, sitting primly on the couch. “Okay,” Alaric said, sitting across from her.Allie began, her tone serious. “I had a real