Semua Bab Nelson de Vedra: The Outcast Billionaire: Bab 21 - Bab 30

"Sir Nelson?" I asked, addressing the young woman in the black uniform with a white collar. From her appearance, I could tell she worked here in the mansion. But why did she call him 'Sir Nelson'? And why did she seem to know him?Though I was confused, I slowly approached the maid, who was now smiling and standing by the door, waiting for me to exit."Yes, Ms. Dorry. Sir Nelson asked me to fetch you. He’s waiting for you in the garden," she answered politely, matching her response with a slow walk as she led me down the hallway. Her heels clicked with each step. But then, I couldn't help but laugh bitterly, glancing back at the maid, who turned her head slightly to look at me with a smile.To be honest, I had so many questions I wanted to ask her, but I was hesitant. I didn't want her to think I was overly interested in Sir Nelson’s life—especially when he was supposedly waiting for me in the garden while probably involved with another woman. Maybe he planned to make me an observer o

Just like Hector, my mouth dropped open and my eyes widened in shock at Nelson’s sudden confession that I was his wife. Not only was I surprised, but I was also frustrated. That was never part of my plan—never part of my plan to tell Hector that Nelson and I were married. Even though I was ready to end my revenge, I had already grabbed his attention, which nearly led to my downfall.Hector’s jaw had just dropped, but now his gaze shifted rapidly between Nelson and me. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.The bastard was stunned. He probably thought I was still in love with him. He probably thought I hadn’t moved on from his blatant betrayal when he took everything from me. Maybe that’s why he had the nerve to try and take advantage of me again, thinking I wouldn’t refuse. He thought I’d just let him.I found myself staring at Nelson, too. Yes, I was shocked, but what overwhelmed me more was the anxiety I felt as I watched Nelson, his hands clenched,

"Nelson, can you behave? There are so many people here, yet you still manage to flirt," I whispered, my tone calm, but I couldn't mask the irritation in my voice."I'm the one you're blaming again? You're the one who woke up my..."I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Honestly, I just wanted to shove him away, but he was enjoying the way he had me wrapped up in his arms. The real problem, though, was Hector still standing there, too embarrassed to leave."Nelson, let go of me. This is too much," I said, barely parting my lips.I was making sure my fake smile stayed in place. The maids—just like Hector—were still in front of us, watching, grinning, just like Nelson. That playful, crazy Nelson held me like he had all the time in the world, wrapping me up in an endless embrace."Can't you hear what I'm saying?" I whispered again, but Nelson only flashed that annoying grin."No... I hear something else. The cry of your lower belly... I mean, your heart, calling my name," he t

"What did you just say?” I asked, but Dorry’s response was silent tears, followed by covering her mouth. She avoided my gaze, clearly regretting what she had just said. But it was too late. No matter how much she tried to dodge it, I wouldn’t let this conversation end.“You came back to the island, Dorry? When? Why didn’t you show yourself? Why didn’t I know?” I asked rapidly. I didn’t really want to lock her up. But I was at my breaking point. I didn’t care if she hated me more—as long as I could understand the reason for her anger. That way, I could figure out what to do to earn her forgiveness.“I’m not lying, Dorry. You’re the one pushing me to this! Do you want me to go crazy, constantly wondering what I did to make you hate me? Fine! Let’s both lose our minds together!”, my mind reeling as if a storm had hit. She, however, remained silent, with no intention of speaking further.“Dorry, look at me!” I ran a hand through my hair, trying to keep my anger in check but failing. It wa

I couldn't stop sighing, holding Dorry's hand. I've been staring at her for a while now. I kept pressing her hand to my lips repeatedly."Dorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I must sound like a broken record, constantly apologizing, but she can't hear me.It's my fault she's here in the hospital. I'm the reason she lost consciousness. I pushed her to talk, making her suffer even more. I, too, was in so much pain. I couldn’t sit still; it felt like I was going insane.That’s why I became harsh. I shouted at her, yelled at her until she couldn’t take it anymore. But I didn’t mean to do that. All I wanted was to get an answer to yet another riddle she left me with. I wanted my suffering to end. But she’s so stubborn."Sir Nelson, I apologize for the disturbance." I glanced at Jac, then turned my attention back to Dorry, still asleep."I know you're not in the right state of mind because of what happened with your wife, but you need to go to the company now.""I’m not leaving. I won’t leave unt