All Chapters of My Mate, Please Let Me Go: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Amaya POV “Are you upset?” Joseph asked over the phone. I was already driving back home when he called me back. I sighed. “I’m not upset, just overwhelmed. I thought today would be my break, but I had to work overtime to fix the mess.” There was a bit of irritation in my voice, and I had to take a deep breath to calm my rising nerves. I wanted my life private. Even with the growing attention, it was all strictly professional. A dating rumor with a billionaire isn’t something I needed—especially not now. There was a long silence on the other end before Joseph spoke. “We already took down most of the articles and have been able to trace the person who took the photo as one of the employees at the restaurant. The restaurant had strict privacy regulations, so he was fired.” He said it like he meant well, but the damage had already been done. Some people now believe he’s the reason for my organization’s success and development. It’s frustrating when your hard work is credited to someon

Amaya pov “We’ll take them.” I slowly turned to him, stunned and confused. “What?” “We’ll take them,” he said, already pulling out his wallet while the woman nodded, a bright smile plastered on her face like she already knew he would. I wanted to protest, but then again, since it was his money, I let him. I crossed my arms and watched him hand her the two thousand dollars like it was nothing. The woman practically snatched it from his hand, grinning so hard I thought her cheek might fall off. She placed the bracelets in a velvet pouch and handed it to him with both hands. I scoffed under my breath, but then my gaze drifted back to the painting. The only thing I actually wanted. “What about that one?” I asked, pointing toward the painting. Her eyes followed my gaze, and then she gasped lightly. “Ah… the painting of the lone wolf.” She sighed, her expression softening with something that almost looked like pity. “The lone wolf never stays where it’s meant to… but if you chase h

Amaya pov I hadn’t raised my voice at him before. I was always calm, always gentle with him. Nyx was already trying her best to keep me steady, whispering in my head that he was still a child. And I knew that. I really did. But every single interaction with him—every look, every cold reply, even the silence—was driving me to the edge. His steps faltered. He slowly turned to face me, eyes blank, then raised his right hand and pointed. “Over there.” I followed the direction of his finger and spotted a section decorated with soft, glowing lanterns hanging from tall bamboo poles. There were kids his age scattered around, some sitting on hay bales roasting marshmallows over a fire pit, others writing little wishes on paper slips and tying them to the trees. It was quiet and calmer than the rest of the festival. Peaceful. No loud music, no flashing lights—just the crackle of fire and soft chatter. “That’s where I want to go,” he said flatly. Eli wasn’t one who loved socializing, espe

Amaya POV I wasn’t scared because I didn’t trust him. He had changed so much you could barely recognize he was the same person from a few years ago. He was gentle, calmer, and more… careful. Like he didn’t want to break anything—especially not me. Maybe that was what scared me. Because I still remembered that part of him. The sharp edges. The raised voices. Cold stares that made me feel invisible. And now that he was all warmth, I didn’t fully know how to respond to that. It felt like my body was still flinching from old storms, even though the skies had cleared. Even though I knew I still wanted him. I mean, if I didn’t want him, I wouldn’t have been single all these years, even when so many—like Joseph—had tried pursuing me. As if sensing my thoughts, his grip tightened around my waist, pulling me even closer until my body pressed softly against his chest. I let out a quiet gasp, and before I could stop myself, I buried my face in the curve of his neck, inhaling his familiar sce

Dante POV “I’ve got you,” I murmured as she buried her face into my shirt, letting her tears fall freely, soaking into the fabric. She stayed in my arms for a while, until her heartbeat stopped racing and settled into a steady rhythm. Her tensed muscles relaxed, and she melted into me. Only when she had finally calmed down did she begin to pull away from my embrace. I cupped her face gently, wiping away the last of her tears from the corners of her eyes. “Does it still hurt?” I asked softly, my thumb brushing her cheek. She slowly shook her head. “Just a little,” she whispered. “But I’m fine now.” She took a deep breath, stepped back, then crouched down and touched the bare ground. My brows furrowed when her eyes shifted blue, confused by whatever she was doing. She gasped softly, like she was snapping out of a trance, then stood up and pointed to the left path. “He went in that direction,” she said, already walking toward it. “Wait—” I grabbed her hand quickly, stopping her i