THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Susan Wenger had a real talent for getting under my skin. Even though I knew her tactics, even though I knew I shouldn't believe a word she said, I still felt a surge of anger.When I pushed open the door to James’s room, my face was set in a frown. He looked up, a faint smile touching his lips, and held out a hand."What took you so long?"I walked over, my expression darkening. Instead of taking his hand, I slapped it hard."James Ferguson," I said, my voice trembling, "you're going to explain to me right now what's going on with Susan Wenger's baby. Or I swear I'll take Little One and leave!" Tears welled up in my eyes.I stood there, hands on my hips, trying to look fierce, like a cornered kitten puffing itself up.James looked surprised. He pulled me into his arms, onto the bed."Who did you see out there?" he asked, his voice gentle. "What happened?""Don't change the subject!" I glared at him.He pursed his lips. "You'll find out about it later," he said.His evasiveness only f

SusanHis eyes were like glaciers, and the weight of his gaze pressed down on me, making my face feel clammy and cold. I hadn't expected him to deny it so bluntly. I'd been so sure he'd keep up the pretence, at least until after the baby was born.Hellen spun around, her face a mask of anxious fury."Susan, say something!" she hissed. "Didn't you tell me the child is James's?" She was relying on this too.I swayed, suddenly finding myself unable to feign dizziness or any other convenient ailment under his cold, indifferent stare. I knew he wouldn't tolerate any more of my tricks.My lips were dry and trembling as I looked at Hellen, tears I could force no longer welling in my eyes."I… Auntie," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper, "I never explicitly said the child was Mr. Ferguson's. You… you misunderstood."Hellen's face contorted with rage, a flush rising in her cheeks. She looked at me, at my carefully crafted inn

ZeldaMy face flushed crimson, a wave of guilt washing over me. I couldn't even bring myself to look at Grandma, her expression a mix of surprise and delight."Grandma," I whispered, my voice barely audible, "I'm so sorry. I knew how much you wanted James and me to have a baby, but I… I still kept it a secret."I was so ashamed, I couldn't lift my head.But instead of scolding me, Grandma pulled me into a warm embrace, patting my back gently."My child," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I’m so sorry… for misunderstanding you."As a woman, she understood. She knew the pain, the disappointment, the deep-seated reasons why I might have kept my pregnancy hidden, choosing to face it alone."Silly child," Grandma said, pulling back to look at me, her eyes brimming with tears. "I’m so happy, so relieved… I don't even have time to be angry! Oh, my goodness… you’re pregnant!"Jus

ZeldaI snorted, a small, involuntary sound of amusement. Turning on my heel, I left the coffee shop.Jian had perfect timing, arriving just in time to witness Susan Wenger's spectacular face-plant. Honestly, the schadenfreude was delicious.The moment I stepped out, the whispers, no, the shouts erupted."Susan Wenger, you've been lying to us all along! We even defended you! You're disgusting!""I've seen people pretend to be rich, but pretending to be someone's ex-girlfriend? That's a new low!""Mr Ferguson doesn't even look at you! You're so vain, it's embarrassing to be seen with you! Let's go!"It was a feeding frenzy. One by one, the sycophantic little group that had been fawning over Susan just moments ago deserted her. Her face, which had been so smug, crumpled. It was almost…pitiable. Almost.Even Hilder Ferguson, her supposed "friend," was disgusted."Susan, you lied to me too! That's too much!"She grabbed her bag and stormed out, leaving Susan scrambling after her, desperat

When I pushed open the hospital room door, I saw him. James. Sitting on the bed, looking at some papers. A surge of… something… went through me. Annoyance? Worry? I marched over and snatched the documents from his hand.He looked up, surprised, probably thinking I was one of his bodyguards. His expression shifted from annoyance to… something else. I stood there, frowning, the papers clutched in my hand."The doctor said you need rest. You lost a lot of blood, and sleep helps your body heal. Don't you understand that? The Ferguson company can handle things for a day or two; it’s not like he can’t be transferred!" I know I was probably lecturing, but I couldn’t help it. He was being so reckless.He just looked at me. At me. And for a moment, the coldness that usually clung to his face seemed to melt away. Something flickered in his eyes… nostalgia? It was strange. Then I saw it. The ghost of a smile playing on his lips. And suddenly, I was remembering too.“Brother, you can’t go to bed