Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME : Bab 211 - Bab 220

The night wind carried his voice, a soft murmur in the winter air. It was a cold, silent night, yet to me, the wind felt gentle and romantic. Everything felt beautiful, suspended in a moment of pure, unadulterated joy.All the uncertainties, the lingering doubts, the questions that had plagued me, faded into the background. At that moment, I just wanted to follow my heart, to embrace the happiness that bloomed within me.Slowly, I reached out my hand towards him. I heard my own voice, soft and trembling, a smile playing on my lips."Yes, I do," I whispered.The smile was radiant, but tears streamed down my face, a mixture of joy and relief. Each drop fell onto his hand, a testament to the overwhelming emotions that surged through me.He slipped the ring onto my finger, and as he did, a drop of warmth splashed onto the back of his hand. He looked up, his eyes widening as he saw the tears streaming down my cheeks. He stood up, his expression a mix of

I simply smiled a genuine, heartfelt smile. It was a smile that held a secret, a childhood dream finally within reach. Because, when I was a little girl, I had a very specific wish. When I grew up, when my height was finally marked on this red pillar, I hoped to marry James and be his wife.But as we grew older, as we married, we drifted apart, our connection strained. Now, I wanted to mend those fractured pieces, to fulfil that childhood dream, to hold his hand and walk beside him, just as Grandma wished."James, hurry up!" I tugged on his hand, eager to complete the moment."Stand still," he said, leaning closer, his eyes twinkling with amusement.I stood beside the pillar, and he carved a firm, horizontal line."Queeny, the little dwarf, has grown taller again. You must keep working hard," he teased, echoing the words he'd always said.As a child, I would jump and stomp my feet, trying to reach his ever-growing height. But this time, I st

JamesMy focus was razor-sharp, the documents before me a blur as I signed them. Chen Ting had just brought them in, and I was eager to finish and leave. My mind was still replaying the scene at the hospital, Mrs. Bai's words, Zelda's quiet understanding, and my own internal conflict.Then, Cheng's phone rang. He glanced at the screen, a flicker of recognition crossing his face."Boss, it's Yunice. It's probably about the wedding dress.""Answer it," I said, my voice clipped.Cheng answered, his expression shifting rapidly. After a few seconds, he turned to me, his eyes wide with alarm."Mr. Ferguson, it seems that something happened to your wife!"My pen stopped mid-signature. I raised my head, my gaze hardening, and Cheng quickly handed me the phone.It was Miguel's cousin, the manager of the bridal shop."Mr. Ferguson? I just confirmed the wedding dress details with Mrs Ferguson in person, and suddenly there was a str

ZeldaJames's gaze locked onto me, his eyes suddenly burning with an intensity that made my breath catch. It was as if he could see right through me.His fingers faltered on the keys, the melody abruptly cut short by a discordant note. He stood up, striding towards me.As he moved, the sunlight shifted, and he stood before me, his gaze searching mine. I finally managed to exhale."Isn't it bad? Why don't you say anything..."He raised his hand, gently cupping my chin. "Very beautiful. They are right, baby, you are the most beautiful bride."The unexpected praise, the sudden endearment, sent a wave of heat through me. My cheeks flushed, my eyes shimmering with affection.He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. The kiss was soft, tender, and filled with an unspoken emotion.I shyly pushed against his chest, pulling away. "Someone..."He lifted his head, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "No one is here anymore."

ZeldaJames's face hardened, the brief flicker of hope from Miachel's progress extinguished by this new crisis. He moved with a swiftness that belied his calm demeanor, heading straight for the elevator.I found myself pulled along, his grip on my hand firm, almost possessive. He hadn't said a word, but his silence was more telling than any outburst.We arrived at Mrs. Bai's ward, a scene of chaos unfolding before us. Doctors were working frantically, their movements precise and urgent. Mr. Bai stood nearby, his face etched with worry and anger. Yuehe, Mrs. Bai's sister, and her son hovered close, their expressions a mix of anxiety and something else, something I couldn't quite place.Jun, looking pale and shaken, stood behind the crowd, her eyes wide with panic. And then there was Susan Wenger, her presence sending a shiver of unease down my spine. I swear, that woman was a walking disaster."What's wrong with godmother?" James asked, his voice sh