Semua Bab Nelson de Vedra: The Outcast Billionaire: Bab 121 - Bab 130

DIEGOA loud scream jolted me awake—then came the painful thud of my body hitting the floor. For a second, I swore my soul left my body. All thanks to Vianna May’s nuclear-powered kick.“Ow…” I groaned, rubbing my hip. “Vi, seriously? You’re a woman—why do you enjoy beating me up so much?”I stayed on the floor, weighing whether it was worth getting up. But then I saw her glare—sharp enough to slice through steel. That glare said, Get up or die. So I got up. Slowly.“Enjoy hurting people? You idiot!” she snapped. “I trusted you not to do anything stupid!” She jabbed her finger at me so hard it’s a miracle it didn’t pierce my chest.I rubbed my face. Yeah, I was an idiot. Last night I’d taken advantage of her deep sleep and done… well, what I wanted.“What did you do to me?!” she demanded, practically breathing fire. And maybe a bit of spit.I just stood there, letting her poke me like some human voodoo doll.“Come on, Vi! What do you think I am—some lust-crazed animal? I didn’t do a

The two men’s laughter echoed behind me as they followed. Diego was no longer afraid of the sea squirts; in fact, he couldn’t stop giggling at the sight of them.“Vi, wait for us!” Diego called out between laughs. I ignored him completely. Flirting with someone else earlier, and now he’s tailing me?“What’s your problem, Diego?” I snapped, elbowing him in the stomach when he suddenly slung an arm over my shoulders.“Why are you so grumpy?” he asked in a pained but teasing tone, rubbing his stomach. Even hurt, he still had the nerve to smile and pinch my cheek.“Want another elbow?” I warned.He shook his head. “Go handle that task I gave you!”He nodded eagerly, still grinning, while I kept snapping at him.“Oh… so you went diving without even inviting me?” Dorry cut in, feigning outrage.“Hi, Dorry!” Diego butted in, grinning like a madman.“What are you doing here?! And where’s that pout you were wearing earlier?” Dorry demanded, flicking him on the forehead.“Pout? I could barely f

I could see a storm of emotions flicker across Diego’s face. He was trembling as he stared at me, his lips frozen as though he had bitten his tongue, unable to form any words.I didn’t realize Diego was this sensitive to the cold. Of course, he was rich—his family probably had a water heater at home. No wonder his “eggplant,” which had been standing tall earlier, had wilted so fast. Apparently, all it took was a little cold water to tame his hunger.“Hurry up so you can get back to the resort,” I told him, leaving him behind as I finished my bath.“Vianna May… you’re cruel!” he complained through chattering teeth, covering his shriveled “eggplant” and shrunken “eggs” with both hands.I couldn’t stop laughing every time I heard him yelp under the downpour. After all, the water in the drum came from stored rain—it was icy cold. If you weren’t used to it, it felt like bathing in ice water.By the time he finished, I was already dressed. His lips were purple, his eyes piercing, his whole

He gave me a sharp stare, his displeasure written all over his face.“Vi, can’t you just put that off for later?” he grumbled, lips pressed tight, face crumpled in frustration. “Come on, Vi!” he added, whining almost like a child.I bit my lip, shook my head, and left him standing by the door as I slipped into the bathroom. This was my first time—I had to prepare. I didn’t want to be teased again, not after what he had said about sea squirts.I took longer than usual. When I finally stepped out, wearing only a bathrobe, I froze. Diego had fallen asleep again.I sighed deeply, staring at him. I wanted to smack him. Really? Sleeping on me again? I sat down at the edge of the bed, sulking, while I towel-dried my hair.“I’ll get you back for this,” I whispered with a pout, though my eyes couldn’t leave his handsome face.My irritation melted into a smile. I reached out and traced his features—his sharp nose, his lips, and then down to the strong line of his neck. “You really are so handso

“Bro!” I greeted Nelson.He was sulking again, staring blankly at his boat that hadn’t sailed for three months—not since he took Dorry to the port.Yes, it’s been three months since Vianna May and I got married, and nothing’s changed—we’re still madly in love. We have occasional arguments and misunderstandings, but we always resolve them through calm conversations and plenty of affection.Misunderstandings are normal in any relationship. Honestly, they add a little spice. After every quarrel comes sweet reconciliation. But even without fights, I never get tired of being sweet to my wife, making sure our days and nights are filled with happiness.Nelson, though—he’s different now. We don’t know what really happened to him. Our once naughty, loud, eccentric friend had turned into a quiet, withdrawn man. He wouldn’t talk, wouldn’t share anything. He just sat here, brooding on his boat.“Bro, are you really just going to sit here sulking forever? We’re worried about you—especially your pa