All Chapters of Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Sophie walked back to the table with a slight frown, followed closely by one of the security guards.Her eyes scanned the table, and when she noticed that Allison had already left, her face fell. With an irritated sigh, she dropped her purse on the table and muttered,"Ugh, I wish she had stayed longer. I would have put her in her place properly, and embarrassed her to the point that she wouldn't step out of her house for a whole week. Nonsense!"Gavin, who had been sitting quietly, stood up quickly and said, "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom," before walking off.Sophie apologized to the security guard, and sat back down and crossed her legs, turning to Emma with a look of disbelief. "Can you believe her nerve? Showing up at our table like she belonged there. Honestly, how can someone be so shameless? How have you been tolerating her irritating presence all this while?!"She continued ranting, waving her hands slightly as she spoke, clearly still annoyed by Allison's earlier in

Emma was outside the restaurant waiting for her ride. She pulled her coat tighter around her as the evening wind picked up.Her eyes scanned the sidewalk for her ride, her phone still clutched in her hand as she prepared to call the driver. If she had known she would be leaving this early, she would have brought her car with her.Emma sighed, feeling a bit guilty. She knew she had just lied to Sophie about the surgery, but that was the only excuse she could instantly come up with.Just as she was about to dial, a voice called out behind her."Emma!"She turned quickly, her brows lifting in surprise. "Felix?"There he was, casually dressed in a dark sweater and jeans, his hands tucked into his pockets. His face carried a light smirk, but his eyes studied her carefully."You again?" she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "This is getting suspicious."Felix chuckled as he approached. "What can I say? Fate seems to have a way of tossing us into each other’s paths lately. What are you

The night air was cool, brushing softly against Emma's skin as she stood on the balcony, nursing a glass of wine. Her eyes stared blankly into the distance, yet her mind was anything but calm.What was wrong with her?She had asked herself the same question too many times now. Why couldn’t she just love Christian back the way he loved her? He was everything a woman could want, yet, her heart refused to fully accept him. Even after agreeing to be with him, even after trying to open her heart, she still couldn't. It was as if her body and mind stood on one side of a wall, while her heart refused to climb over.She remembered the look on Christian's face as he stood to leave earlier. That mixture of disappointment and quiet hurt. It carved into her deeper than she expected.Was Sophie right all along?Maybe her attempt to be with Christian hurt him more than intended. Maybe her heart just wasn’t ready. Or worse, maybe it was closed off for good.Why couldn’t she just open up? Her body,

It had been a long, grueling day. Emma’s legs ached and her shoulders were heavy from hours of standing and managing emergencies. The cold wind outside didn’t help either, cutting through her coat as she finally made it to her apartment building. Her only plan tonight was to take a long, hot bath and pass out in bed.As she stepped into her apartment, her brows furrowed. The entire place was dark. Strange. Sophie and Claire were usually up at this hour—Sophie often scrolling through her phone, Claire trying to sneak in extra cartoons before bed. She gently closed the door behind her and instinctively reached out for the light switch. The moment the switch flicked, her tired eyes widened in disbelief.The living room was filled with a soft, golden glow. Fairy lights twinkled around the ceiling edges. Candles flickered gently on the table. The soft aroma of flowers lingered in the air, mixed with a faint hint of vanilla. There were flower petals spread neatly on the floor, leading from

David sat in the hallway of the hospital, his elbows resting on his knees, and his hands clasped tightly together like they were the only thing keeping him steady. His eyes remained fixed on the double doors of the emergency room, patiently waiting.He had been there for hours now, but they felt like nothing to him. His grandfather's collapse had shaken him more than he dared to admit.When he had first seen Emma rushing down the corridor with her assistant, he wasn’t sure what expression to wear.Relief? Frustration? Anger?He wasn’t even sure anymore. A part of him had hoped she had a good reason for ignoring his calls—three of them in a row—but deep down... he couldn't help the anger he felt.Fortunately, he was in Grandpa’s house when he collapsed. David and the butler had carried the old man out of the study, his face pale and breathing labored, and rushed him to the hospital. It was in that frantic moment, as Dr. Allen examined Grandpa with urgency in his voice, that the older d