Todos os capítulos de Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

Claire was still chattering happily beside the hospital bed, her voice light and excited. “And then Henry let me feed Cody and Brady! Grandpa said they were his favourite goldfish, but I think they like me more now,” she giggled. “Brady kept following my finger!”Emma smiled weakly as she listened, the sound of her daughter's voice like a balm to her soul. It had been too long since she heard that kind of carefree joy. More surprising to her was the way Claire spoke of Henry—as though the bitterness between them had melted away. That simple fact brought Emma more peace than she expected. They were okay again. Somehow, despite everything, they had found their way back to each other.The door burst open suddenly, pulling everyone’s attention. Sophie stood in the doorway, breathless, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her gaze landed on Emma—awake, sitting up—and for a heartbeat she froze. Then tears welled up instantly in her eyes and, without a word, she rushed to Emma’s side and pulled he

Sophie sat by the window, flipping through a magazine she wasn't reading. Her gaze kept drifting back to the hospital bed, her eyes narrowing slightly in thought. Emma was resting against the pillows, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes focused on the television in front of her. Sophie couldn't just help but stare at Emma, this time, a little longer; there was something different about her."Why are you staring at me like that?" Emma finally burst into a light laugh, catching Sophie’s gaze.Sophie didn’t smile right away. She leaned forward a little, and raised an eyebrow. "I should be asking you that, Emma. Is there something you’re not telling me?"Emma’s eyes blinked in surprise. "What do you mean?"Sophie tilted her head, her eyes squinting slightly as if trying to read Emma."You’re glowing. Literally glowing. And so happy. It’s not just because you’re surrounded by family. Something else is going on."Emma rolled her eyes , and turned her face slightly toward

Christian stayed by Emma’s side all through the night until she slowly drifted off to sleep. She breathed softly, and a gentle smile stayed on her lips. Christian quietly watched her, his own lips curling into a small smile.This was the woman who owned his heart, the reason he fought so hard to return to New York. No matter the pain, no matter the obstacles, everything was worth it—just to be with her.Carefully, he stood up from the chair, not wanting to wake her. He quietly walked into the restroom connected to the hospital room.The light flickered on as he turned on the light switch. Then, he went ahead to turn on the faucet.Christian leaned forward and splashed the cold water on his face, hoping it would ease the heavy thoughts swirling in his mind.As he wiped his face, his eyes caught his reflection in the large mirror. His gaze darkened. Slowly, he lifted his shirt, revealing a large white bandage pressed against his side. Beneath it was a gradually healing gunshot wound. He

David stepped out of Emma's room, letting the door close quietly behind him. He pulled out his phone, glanced at the screen, and sighed. It was Oliver, his assistant, calling again."Yeah, Oliver," David answered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he started walking towards the quiet corner of the parking lot."Sir, the documents you were supposed to sign this afternoon are still pending. There’s also a contract that needs your review before tomorrow morning," Oliver reported.David let out a breath. "I know, Oliver. I’ll take care of it when I get to the office tomorrow. I’ve got something more important going on right now.""Okay, sir. Just letting you know the board is expecting your signature before tomorrow noon.”"Got it. I'll get everything done before noon... just remind me." David hung up and slipped the phone back into his pocket. He glanced at his wristwatch; he needed to go to the station to know the situation of th

Emma slowly stirred awake, her eyebrows slightly knitting together as faint, deep voices echoed from somewhere near the front door. It wasn’t too loud, but loud enough to pull her out of sleep.She had become a light sleeper these past few days, always half-alert, especially after everything that had happened. Slowly, she sat up, wincing slightly from the pull in her side. Her bandages still felt tight around her ribs. Her walking aid and wheelchair were placed right beside the bed, but she carefully reached for the walking aid, steadying herself before standing up.As she shuffled towards the door, the voices became clearer. They were familiar... too familiar.“Sophie?” she called softly as she approached.Reaching the small hallway, Emma saw Sophie standing by the door, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her brows were furrowed, clearly frustrated. But what caught Emma’s attention more were the two voices—Christian and David.“I’ve al