All Chapters of Reclaiming His Runaway Baby Mama: Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

Adela shot Layson a glare. “In your dreams. Get it yourself.”Layson, hands casually in his pockets, just stood there and stared at her with a calm smile tugging at his lips—so gentle and disarming she nearly got lost in it.Ugh. He’s using the hot-guy card again!She pouted. Clearly, he wasn’t planning on moving. “Fine, if you don’t want it, I’m eating it myself.”Just as she was about to pop the orange slice into her mouth, Layson leaned in like lightning and kissed her—stealing half the fruit in the process. She was so worried she’d get orange juice on his suit that she didn’t dare push him away.“Mmph—stop! You’re gonna make me smell like citrus all over!”Layson didn’t say anything. He looked almost disappointed. Like he didn’t get enough.Adela, now free, realized what she’d just blurted and her face turned crimson. Her cheeks, her neck—everything was glowing red.Trying to recover, she coughed and changed the subject. “Didn’t you say we were going to eat? I’m starving.”Layson

Adela’s words were clearly baiting—she was trying to see how the woman would react.The woman didn’t flinch. Instead, she gave Adela a soft smile.“I had one more question for the CEO earlier. He didn’t get a chance to answer, so I thought I’d ask now. Who knows when I’ll get another chance to speak with him.”Polite. Measured. Perfectly phrased.It was meant for both Adela and Layson.Adela didn’t respond right away. She just nodded, and then glanced up at her man—still on the phone, still not done.She pointed toward the private room and mouthed: Go in?Layson didn’t respond. He just kept talking on the phone. But thankfully, it wasn’t long.A minute later, he slipped the phone back in his pocket, wrapped both arms around Adela, kissed the top of her head, and said gently, “Wait a sec. I’ll be right in to eat with you.”Adela pouted.Then Layson turned to the woman—Aurora—and said, his voice cold,“The question you had? Take it up with your director. He’ll walk you through it. Anyth

Adela sat down across from the older woman. She had noticed the subtle way the woman kept nudging her daughter and found herself curious, though she didn’t say anything. She peeled an orange, popping a slice into her mouth casually.While eating, she politely offered some to the others. That little gesture caught the younger girl’s attention. When Adela smiled at her, she just pressed her lips together and looked away—expression cool and aloof.Adela didn’t mind. Her attention shifted back to the older woman, who was still chatting with Fang. From the bits she caught, she’d basically pieced together why the woman was here:She wanted her daughter to get a better job placement.“My daughter’s grades were better than that girl who got into the Norman Group,” the woman was saying, frustration and sadness mixing in her voice. “But instead, my daughter got sent to a subsidiary. As a mother, that just hurts me.”Fang smiled politely but didn’t respond. He wasn’t in HR, so he couldn’t commen

Adela blinked. Hard.Did that girl just say she was acting like a wife? Since when?! Who were these people and what alternate universe were they living in?Layson’s hand, which was holding his pen, paused midair. He glanced up at the crack of the door where Adela stood peeking through. The corners of his lips twitched in amusement. Under the golden afternoon sunlight, his smile practically sparkled.The girl, misreading the shift in his expression as encouragement, didn't sit down like before. Instead, she strode to the door and shut it behind her.Adela's eyes narrowed. Shouldn’t this girl be avoiding suspicion since they were alone? And didn’t she just admit to knowing Layson had a girlfriend?What followed, though, left Adela absolutely speechless.The girl walked straight to the center of the room, cheeks flushed but clearly determined.“Mr. Norman, I’ve seen your secretary. She’s beautiful, yes—but I know you must like her for her innocence. A lot of men do. And me? I’ve been tol

Layson was the first to react. He casually grabbed the blazer from the desk and draped it over Adela’s shoulders, shielding her as she sat in his lap.He let out a slow breath and looked toward the office door—Aurora was standing there, pale as a ghost.His brows creased slightly, voice cold and hoarse: “Aurora, ever heard of knocking? Where are your manners?”The blow landed hard. Aurora’s face drained of all color. She bit her lip so hard it was bleeding and stammered, “I-I didn’t mean to barge in. My heel broke. I lost my balance. I didn’t have time to knock, I’m so sorry…”Layson didn’t even glance at her again. He lowered his head toward the woman in his arms—Adela was hastily buttoning up his shirt one button at a time, her fingers trembling, her breath unsteady as it warmed his chest. He gave her waist a gentle squeeze.Aurora, leaning on the doorframe, looked devastated. When Layson didn’t say anything else, she panicked and blurted out, “This is the file from the meeting—you