All Chapters of Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

"I'm coming, Sophie! Just want to throw the trash out real quick," Emma called out over her shoulder as she grabbed the small trash bag and headed toward the apartment door. Sophie was still in the kitchen, rinsing the dishes they had used for brunch.Emma's fingers curled around the doorknob, and she twisted it open. Just as she took the first step, she heard the familiar creak of movement echoed faintly from the hallway—more specifically, from the apartment directly across from theirs. Christian's.She froze.Her heartbeat picked up as she heard the faint but unmistakable sound of footsteps. Her grip tightened on the trash bag, the plastic rustling slightly in her tense hand. Without a second thought, she turned back inside and quietly shut the door behind her, rushing back into the living room.Emma pressed herself close to the doorframe. Her ears strained, waiting for another sound, another hint that Christian might be coming out.But what she didn’t expect was a voice—soft yet su

Few hours earlier…"Doctor Morgan, he's awake."Lily's voice pierced through the silence of the office as she stepped into the room, her face.Emma, who had been reviewing a medical file, looked up immediately. Her pen stilled in her hand."Grandpa?"Lily nodded with a soft smile. "Yes. Mr. Buckman Snr. regained consciousness this morning and has been moved to the special ward."Emma sighed, long and deep."Thank you, Lily," she said sincerely.With a polite nod, Lily took her leave.Emma leaned back into her chair, her eyes drifting up to the ceiling as she felt relieved that Grandpa was making a fast recovery. It seemed that the Buckman genes were really strong. They often recovered really fast whenever they were admitted into the hospital… well, except for Henry, whose health condition was a bit more critical.She should go see him. In fact, she should have gone long ago. But she hadn't. It had b

David returned to the ward and entered quietly. He was surprised to find his grandfather awake, struggling to adjust the elevated part of the hospital bed. The old man was inching upward, a stubborn frown on his face as he shifted his pillow with slow, tired movements. David quickly stepped closer, instantly alert. "Grandpa?" he said, already halfway to the nurse's call button on the wall. But the old man raised his weak hand firmly. "Sit down. I'm fine," he said in a low voice. "No need to call anyone." David froze mid-step, then reluctantly sank into the chair beside the bed. “How are you doing, Grandpa? Are you feeling unwell, or are you feeling any pain in any part of your body?” Grandpa shook his head. “No, I'm not feeling any pain. I'm fine.” His shoulders slumped as he settled in, his eyes still watching his grandfather closely, ju

The next day, Allison went to visit her mother. She hadn’t planned to go so early, but after everything that happened last night, she couldn’t sleep. Her heart was heavy, and her mind wouldn’t rest.When she arrived, Isabel was seated at the head of the table, gracefully eating breakfast while reading some fashion news from her phone. she was laughing about a celebrity's fashion sense when Allison made her presence known.“Mom,” Allison called out as she stepped into the dining area.“Allison?” Isabel looked up, surprised to see her. “You’re here early. Come sit with me. Have you eaten?”She was about to call a servant to bring another plate, but Allison raised her hand.“No, don’t bother,” Allison said. “I’m not hungry.”Something in her voice made Isabel pause. She motioned the servant away and patted the seat beside her. Allison sat down, folding her arms tightly. Her expression was pale, lips pressed into a thin line.Isabel narrowed her eyes, immediately sensing something was wro

“What are you looking for?”The silence after the question felt like a blade slicing through the morning air.Isabel’s breath hitched, and she looked like someone had yanked the soul out of her body. Her mouth opened, then closed again. She tried to speak, but her lips quivered too much to form words.Mathew stood just a few meters away, having risen from the nursery beds where he had been tending to a cluster of delicate seedlings. Dirt clung to his palms and the knees of his trousers were soiled, but his expression was calm—almost too calm.He had been crouched just a few distance behind the tall hedges, lost in his quiet work. None of the women had noticed him. Their voices, rising with tension, had broken through what he was doing and caught his attention.At first, Mathew didn't even like gardening. It wasn’t his thing. But some time ago, during one of Claire’s visits to his home, she had pleaded with him to plant flowers with her. She had been so full of joy, running through the