Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

Christian sat behind the wheel, driving quietly while Sophie sat next to him, her eyes glued to her phone. Her fingers moved quickly as she texted Gavin, but every now and then, her gaze shifted toward Christian. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t figure him out. What was he really up to? Why would he suddenly decide to go pick up Claire from David's grandpa's house? And most importantly, why would Emma even agree to this?Sophie sighed quietly, shaking her head. Emma knew very well that David would not be pleased about this—not even one bit. She knew Emma well enough to tell when she was uncomfortable about something. It was written all over her voice when she suggested that Sophie go with Christian. But instead of saying no, she agreed. Why?Probably just to avoid sounding biased or unfair toward Christian."If you're going to glare at me the whole ride, you might as well just say what's on your mind Sophie," Christian suddenly broke the silence, not taking his eyes off

Allison sat leisurely on the couch in the living room, holding her phone tightly to her ear. Her voice was sharp but excited as she spoke to the event planner on the other end of the line. "Yes, Tessa. The birthday theme has to be ‘Superhero City.’ My son loves superheroes so much, and I want every part of the party to reflect that. Capes, masks, banners—everything. And I don’t want it to look cheap or boring. It must be loud, bright, and unforgettable." Allison leaned back, crossing her legs with a proud smile on her lips. Henry’s eighth birthday was going to be huge—bigger than any birthday in their neighborhood. She had already told all her friends that the party would be a grand event. She bragged about how big the decorations would be, how many expensive cars would line their street, and how important people would come. “I’ve told everyone already. We’ll have dignitaries there. City officials, CEOs, maybe even someone from the mayor’s office. The birthday is going to be the tal

And just like that, David stayed back for lunch. As they ate at the dining table, Emma tried to stay focused on her food, but her eyes kept drifting across the table. David sat across from her, laughing gently as Claire told him something silly about her classmate eating glue. Then he passed a few of his chicken nuggets to Claire, who clapped her hands happily and muttered thanks. Both of them were smiling and laughing as they ate. It hit Emma then. This was the first time they were all eating together. They even looked like a real family. A father. A mother. A daughter. For a second, it felt warm. Too warm. The sound of laughter, the excitement and happiness on the table —it all felt too perfect. Her heart ached a little. If only the situation had been different. If only things hadn’t gone south five years ago… this would have been their daily routine. Suddenly, Emma’s phone rang, breaking her from her thoughts. She excused herself, rose from her seat, walked a few steps away

“It’s time to cut the cake!” the MC announced, clapping his hands to gather everyone’s attention.The guests slowly gathered around the cake table. Excitement filled the air as Henry stood proudly in front of his birthday cake, his eyes wide with joy. The colorful candles flickered gently as everyone began singing the birthday song."Happy birthday to you..."Henry smiled, his small cheeks puffed out with pride and excitement. When the song ended, someone gently said, "Make a wish, Henry!"He closed his eyes tightly, pressed his palms together, and made a wish in silence. Then, with a big grin, he blew out all the candles in one go, and everyone cheered.The MC stepped forward again with a bright smile as he addressed everyone. “You know, I've been to different parts of the world for different kinds of celebrations. And in Brazil, there’s a sweet tradition where the birthday boy gives his first slice of cake to the person he loves the most. Should we try that here too?”The guests lau

David quietly sat alone in his office. His hands rested on the table, and his eyes stayed fixed on the laptop in front of him. But he wasn’t working. He hadn't done anything since morning. The screen had long gone dim, but he didn’t even notice.His thoughts were far away.He reached forward and moved the mouse. The laptop came to life again, showing the same thing it had been showing for hours now. That email. That strange, cryptic email that had found its way into his life about a month ago.He just kept reading it, again and again, as if somehow, this time, it would make more sense.One particular line stayed sharp in his mind: "One is not yours… though you've held him close."When he had first read it, he hadn't taken that part too seriously. Back then, he had been too focused on the part that mentioned another child whom he thought was Claire. He had been so desperate to find out if Claire was truly his daughter. That had taken up all his time, and yet it had been futile. And th