Reclaiming His Runaway Baby Mama のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Days had passed since Calvin’s funeral, but Adela still found herself and Herbie living in the hotel that Layson had arranged for them. While the accommodations were comfortable, she couldn’t help but feel like an unwanted guest, relying on others for something as basic as a roof over their heads.She resolved to take control of her life. There was still a contract between her and Layson, but their relationship was purely transactional. Adela didn’t want to feel like she owed him anything more than she already did.The weather in New York had improved that day. The sun was warm but not overpowering, and a slight breeze ruffled the hem of Adela’s simple dress. A newspaper clutched in her hand, she walked down the street, scanning for the address she’d circled in ink.“It should be around here somewhere,” she muttered, squinting up at the buildings.The address in the classified section had promised a job opening at an advertising agency, but the rundown appearance of the neighborhood d

Bella noticed Adela zoning out as she organized files at her desk. Her usually attentive new assistant seemed unusually distant.“Adela, is everything alright?” Bella asked gently, setting down a stack of papers.Adela snapped out of her thoughts, quickly mustering a polite smile. “Oh, yes. Sorry, Bella. I guess I’m just a little distracted.”The truth was, Adela couldn’t shake the disbelief that she had landed a job at Walton Enterprises. She suspected it had everything to do with Liam Walton’s influence, a thought that made her both grateful and uneasy. While she appreciated the opportunity, she was determined to prove herself and not rely on charity.That morning, she’d left Herbie at the hotel again, guilt gnawing at her. Her little sister had been remarkably patient and well-behaved, but Adela hated leaving her alone. She promised herself she’d start looking for an affordable apartment soon, somewhere they could truly settle down.Arriving at Commerce Tower early, Adela was greet

Layson’s decision to take Adela out for dinner had been impulsive, but now, watching her delicate movements and quiet demeanor, he thought it might have been the right call. For a man as calculated as he was, such spontaneous actions were rare.Walton EnterprisesLiam Walton had been watching from the window of his office as Layson’s car idled downstairs. His sharp eyes tracked Adela as she exited the building and was ushered into the car. Though he was tempted to interfere, he restrained himself. Right now, his only connection to her was through Layson, and he couldn’t risk jeopardizing that tenuous link.The night outside was illuminated by streetlights and the glow of skyscrapers. The bustling city had an almost magical quality, but Liam’s thoughts were far from the scenery. Finding his sister had brought him equal measures of joy and sorrow. He was thrilled she was alive and within reach, yet saddened by the distance—emotional and otherwise—that still lay between them.Liam’s phon

Adela had grown accustomed to the whispers and pointed glances at Walton Enterprises. She tried to brush them off, telling herself it didn’t matter, but the persistent undercurrent of judgment still stung. To avoid further scrutiny, she kept her head down and focused on her work, even if the sting of isolation lingered in her heart.After a long day, Adela gathered her things and prepared to leave the office. Since her last encounter with Layson, he’d had Barnes arrange an apartment for her and Herbie near Walton Enterprises, as well as enroll Herbie in a nearby preschool. Adela was grateful for the support, though she hadn’t yet had the chance to thank Layson personally—he’d been elusive.As she left the building, she hesitated, contemplating calling Barnes to find out where Layson might be. When the call connected, she heard Barnes’s ever-professional voice on the other end.“Adela, how can I help you?”Adela hesitated, her grip tightening on the phone. Asking about Layson felt too

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the test results finally came in. The report confirmed it: Adela was three weeks pregnant. Layson held the paper, scanning it carefully, his expression unreadable.“How’s the baby?” he asked the doctor, his voice calm yet firm.“The baby is healthy. Nothing to worry about at this stage,” the doctor reassured him. Then, turning to Adela, she rattled off a long list of precautions, some of which were so personal that Adela’s face turned bright red.Assuming the two were a married couple, the doctor included Layson in the conversation, urging him to ensure Adela was well cared for. “You must look after your wife properly,” she emphasized, unaware of their unique arrangement.Layson, however, remained composed, responding to the doctor’s instructions with polite but detached efficiency. Adela, on the other hand, felt awkward throughout, her embarrassment growing with each word.As they exited the hospital, Layson glanced at Adela and said, “I’l