All Chapters of I wish it were you: Chapter 1561 - Chapter 1570

“It's a love story,” Seraphina replied.Ryan nodded. “I thought you weren’t into romance novels.”“I’ve always loved them. I just didn’t have time before. And once I open a book, I can’t stop—I have to finish it before I sleep, otherwise it totally messes with everything. So I try not to start.”Honestly, he wished Seraphina could be like other girls—bingeing dramas, shopping, reading novels—instead of working overtime with him, even risking her life.Now that she was finally doing something unrelated to work, Ryan was more than happy to see it.“Then go ahead and keep reading. You’ve got nothing to do these next couple days anyway. Just treat it like a holiday.”Seraphina’s eyes lit up. She looked at him. “Thanks, Young Master!”Ryan raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”Seraphina leaned in, hooked her arms around his neck, and planted a kiss on his lips.Ryan pulled her close by the back of her head, turning the light kiss into a deep one.The jealousy and unspoken frustration in his hear

Jax closed his laptop with a helpless shake of his head. “Forget it. We’ll deal with it when we get back.”Seraphina looked at him apologetically. “Sorry…”Jax shot her a cold glance but said nothing.Sensing his foul mood, Seraphina didn’t dare provoke him further. She quietly drew a breath and turned her gaze back to her young master.To play ball more comfortably, he had taken off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. His sleeves were rolled up, and two buttons on his shirt were undone. He looked relaxed, yet still dignified.Seraphina loved watching him in motion. She also loved seeing him ride or drive. He always exuded vitality and powerful control in those moments—it was incredibly attractive.Her thoughts drifted back to earlier, when he’d cornered her against the wall and kissed her so assertively. And then to how dominant he was in bed. Her mind spiraled, and her cheeks flushed. Her heart pounded, and she subconsciously licked her lips.Noticing her own gesture, she laughed

Anna handed the phone to Kendrick.“Hello,” Kendrick spoke first.“What is it?” came Aron’s low and icy voice.“Just a reminder—move Uncle Wesley away as soon as possible.”“He’s my housekeeper. I don’t need you interfering,” Aron snapped, clearly displeased with Kendrick’s meddling.But Kendrick stayed calm. “He’s also a surveillance camera your father placed beside you. Be careful.”Aron fell silent for a couple of seconds before asking, “How do you know?”Kendrick chuckled. “You know your father better than I do. He’s suspicious and extremely guarded. He trusts no one completely—not even his own son.”The more Kendrick learned about Aron, the more sympathy he felt. Especially after hearing about his childhood…So when Aron apologized on Uncle Wesley’s behalf, Kendrick couldn’t help but offer a reminder.“I get it…” Aron paused as if he wanted to say more, but in the end only muttered, “That’s all,” and hung up.Kendrick frowned at the screen. Was he trying to say thank you but coul

Where was his mother?Why had all this happened?Just as he was about to scream, bitter and salty seawater flooded his mouth, choking out his thoughts. Terror overwhelmed everything…In the end, Aron was rescued. When he woke again, it was the third day after his mother had taken him into the sea in a suicide attempt.Uncle Wesley sat beside his little bed, his face lined with worry.“Ah Jun, you’re awake! Are you thirsty?”“Where’s Mom?”“Madam is resting, don’t worry…”But just as he said that, the sound of something shattering came from outside.Aron shivered in fright. Then he heard his mother’s hysterical screams:“Damien, you monster!”He couldn’t hear what his father said in return. There were only the constant thuds and more things breaking.Uncle Wesley glanced anxiously toward the door, then said in a gentle tone, “Ah Jun, how about I warm you a glass of milk?”Uncle Wesley left the room, likely to stop his parents from fighting.Eventually, the thuds faded, leaving only the

Aron sat on a small cabinet nearby, eyes closed, fumbling with his shirt buttons. After a long struggle, he managed to undo just one. Frustrated, he let his arms drop and leaned back against the wall, resting.He’d never been good at taking care of himself, and once drunk, he was practically useless—only his eyes could still move. And so, those eyes followed the girl in front of him as she moved about.After letting go of him, Rachel went to turn on the water for the bath and began preparing his bath essentials.In his personal life, Aron was indeed helpless. Even when sober, things like this usually fell to the household staff. When traveling—like during his recent trip abroad for an art exhibition—without his assistant or Uncle Wesley, he wouldn’t even know how to check into a hotel.He often felt disconnected from society, like he was forever running behind, stumbling through obstacle after obstacle. That’s why he preferred staying home—his home was the safest, most comfortable pla