All Chapters of His Innocent Sera: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

A soft click, and within a second, light flooded the room. She closed her eyes tightly, blinded by the sudden brightness.A few moments passed before she opened her eyes. He wavered in her vision, gradually sharpening into focus. Concern etched his features as he looked at her. "'Bad dream?" he questioned softly. She wiped a tear with the back of her hand and nodded. "I.... I didn't mean to disturb your sleep," she explained, breaking their eye contact.“I was awake,” he responded. Noticing her trembling, Nate added, “Come here.”"I'll..I'll leave. You should sleep," she said and rose to her feet. He needed the sleep to recover, and she needed to learn how to face her fears. "Come here," he repeated, his voice gentle but firm. Sera exhaled a sigh and slowly crossed over to the bed. With her head downcast, she sat down in the chair, her hands clasped together."You're safe here," he assured her in a soft voice. Sera raised her gaze only to notice thick dried trails of blood marring

Sera was watering the plants. "Hey," he whispered, startling her where she stood. Her eyes widened, and her hand flew to her chest in response. Nate chuckled, circling around her to lean against the railing. His eyes sparkled with a mix of warmth and amusement as he looked at her."You should be in bed. What are you doing here?" Sera asked, resuming her work. "I was missing the view. It's stunning as ever, truly unmatched," he replied, his gaze fixed on her with deep admiration. Sera paused and looked at him. He quickly turned towards the woods, pretending to enjoy the view. "I want to hide it from every other gaze. Keep it where only I can see," he shared his darkest desire with no hesitation. Her beauty was his possession, his treasure. Only for him to indulge in. Sera had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't talking about the view. But she didn't bother to dwell on it and got back to her work. Nate's gaze shifted back to her and followed her every movement with rapt attention.

Since the doctor couldn’t make a home visit, Sera brought Dyson to the hospital for his routine check-up. She waited outside as the doctor did his physical examination. And as if her fate was in the mood of roasting her, she saw Gloria approaching her. Her expression made it clear that she wasn't pleased to see her. "Why are you back? Ain't you tired of being Nate's mistress?" Gloria spat, frustration lacing her voice. Sera bristled. "Ain’t you embarrassed chasing after someone who treats you like you don’t exist?" Sera replied sharply. Gloria's expression further soured. She crossed her arms across her chest and leveled her with a judgmental glare. "So this is how you show your gratitude to someone who helps you?" Gloria commented in disdain. "Who are you fooling, Gloria? We both know you were only helping yourself. You thought getting rid of me would finally land you Nate. But even without me around, he still didn’t want you," Sera reminded her.Gloria's nostrils flared as she

"Leave," Nate gritted out, clenching his fists.Sera took a step forward, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. The room had awakened an ache from the past. Her voice trembled subtly as she said, "You thought.. you thought our kid was alive." It wasn't a question but a crushing realisation. "I said leave," Nate repeated, a bit more harshly. "No," Sera refused outrightly before adding heatedly, "I have every right, more than anyone, to know everything concerning my child." His eyes narrowed cold and sharp. "Your child. Where was this motherly affection when you killed my child?" Nate demanded only to receive a resounding slap across his face. His head snapped to the side. She didn't stop. She pounded his chest with trembling fists, her sobs breaking free as tears streamed down her cheeks. She was livid, raging. "You think this only hurt you? I carried our baby, not you. I fed it with my blood and body," she spat, her voice soaked in fury. She pushed him hard, only to stumble b

Nate shut the door with a loud bang, his chest heaving like an enraged bull ready to charge. He began pacing the room in long, furious strides. Sera jolted upright, startled by the door banging. Sleep vanished the instant she saw him stalking across her room. Jaw tight, muscles coiled. Confused and uneasy, she cast a quick glance at the wall clock. It was 2 in the morning. Her instincts warned her against drawing his attention. "What's wrong?' she asked, summoning all her courage. He gave no sign he heard her. Or maybe he just didn’t want to answer. His strides only grew longer and more agitated. The ride home felt like sitting in a furnace, with his silent fury radiating beside her. He had been scowling like a grumpy cat since they returned from the stadium. She tried talking to him, but he kept his mouth stubbornly sealed. Sera glanced again at the clock. Did he really barge into her room to take a walk?He marched over to the desk where she had kept the t-shirt signed by Accosta.