Todos os capítulos de Reclaiming His Runaway Baby Mama: Capítulo 391 - Capítulo 400

Adela followed Layson Norman into his office, still dazed from the conversation in the elevator. She barely had time to take in the interior of the Norman Group HQ before she found herself seated on the plush couch beside him, a file gently smoothed out and placed in front of her by Layson himself.She blinked, then coughed lightly. “Alright, I’ve got it. You should go do your thing.”Layson’s voice was low and indulgent. “I told Barnes to prep some snacks. What do you feel like eating?”Adela nudged him. “Don’t worry about it. I brought fruit—want some?”He shook his head, and once he saw she was all settled, returned to his desk.Adela pulled out an orange and glanced around. No fruit knife in sight. She looked around the grand office again—elegant and understated, but with an air of power that made her movements instinctively careful and quiet.She decided to go looking. “Mind if I poke around a bit?” she asked politely.Layson, who was admiring the paparazzi photo of them from the

Adela stepped into the lounge with her plate of sliced oranges. She didn’t want to eat in bed, so she headed over to the window seat and placed the plate on the ledge.She glanced around for a lap tray or something to lean on but didn’t spot one. Her eyes fell on the pillows—just one. She didn’t dare take the one Layson actually slept on, so she opened the cabinet to find something else. A folded throw blanket caught her eye. Perfect.She grabbed it, folded it neatly, and set it behind her as a backrest. Then she remembered—no trash bin. She sighed, got up again, found the bin tucked under the bedside table, and brought it over.Once she got settled, she took out her phone and opened Twitter. Her finger hovered over the follow button on Layson’s corporate account. After hesitating for a moment, she clicked "Follow."She’d gone a little overboard earlier when she shut down Lucy in front of Liu from PR. It probably made her seem overly aggressive. The least she could do was follow the c

Adela really wanted to say: “Sis, can you not be so delusional? You're clearly way older than me.”Layson just said a couple words to her, and she thought that meant he liked her? Then by that logic, every time he gave an interview with a female journalist, was that deep affection too? Please—no sane person would believe that.And he already said he didn’t even know her. So this woman wasn’t just blind—apparently deaf too.Adela was done playing along. She slipped out of Layson’s arms and said coolly, “Babe, she’s waiting for you to say something.”She reached to pour herself some tea, but before her hand even touched the teapot, the door swung open. A young waiter in uniform poked his head in, paused when he spotted the teapot, then chirped, “Would you like another pot of tea?”Adela smiled sweetly and gestured to him, “Go ahead and bring it in—might as well save you the trouble of carrying it back.”The waiter came in and poured them both a cup, then looked awkwardly at the woman ac

Adela walked into the bathroom with Layson’s white shirt in her arms. As she started unbuttoning it, she paused—confused. She remembered only fastening the second button before her nap. But now, all of them were buttoned.She frowned.Was she getting forgetful?By the time she got to the third button, her breathing quickened. She tried not to panic as she undid the rest and stepped in front of the mirror. The marks weren’t deep, but they stood out on her fair skin—faint, yet startling.She changed clothes but didn’t walk out right away. Instead, she sat on the windowsill, phone in hand, staring at the screen in a daze. Should I call Evelyn?But how could she even ask about this?She hovered over her contact list for a long time, then gave up. Annoyed, she picked up the project files, hoping work could distract her from the sour feeling in her chest. Just hours ago she’d been in such a good mood. Now? It was gone.Not long after, Layson came in. She didn’t even hear the door open, only

Just as Adela was still stewing in her own thoughts, her phone buzzed. It was Sam from the production side.He sounded almost... upbeat.“Adela, soon as I got to the office today, I heard from VP Clark—Enduring Encounter is officially recasting the female lead. Once the new actress is confirmed, things are gonna get real busy on your end.”Very smooth way to break the news: letting her know she didn’t need to worry about being forced into the role, and the project was continuing as planned. Basically: be ready.And yeah—it did make her feel a lot better. The gloom hanging over her finally lifted a bit. She relaxed and even gossiped with Sam a little.“I mean, they'd already locked in Lucy. What happened? Don’t tell me it was because of me?”Sam laughed. Clearly, now that the project was back on track, he was back to his usual self.“I just heard what Clark said. Lucy’s, like, her half-relative or something. Apparently Lucy totally screwed herself. Pissed off the wrong guy, and boom—in