Unstoppable Desire (English) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 281 - チャプター 290

Scarlett’s POVI couldn’t sit still as I sat at the table. It felt like a cold wind was piercing my skin even though the café was warm inside. After we toured Audrey’s gallery, we decided to eat and talk. But this wasn’t just a casual conversation.There was something I needed to say. About Aiah. And even though I’d tried over and over to find the right way to say it, no words would come out.Earlier, while we were walking around the gallery, George and I talked about Audrey’s paintings, as if Jessica had painted them. We both noticed it, we both felt it.But she was different. Completely different from the Jessica we knew. The Jessica I knew would never turn her back on me or disregard my feelings. The Jessica who, I felt, knew me, but that woman? Nothing. No recognition in her eyes. And that’s when I finally realized: she isn’t Jessica.But the pain… it was still there.It felt like I was watching everything I’d held onto crumble again.While we waited for our order, I noticed my f

Audrey’s POVI was busy checking the inventory of the newly arrived paintings when the door opened and my assistant stepped in.“Miss Castellan, Miss Carlson has arrived.”I paused for a moment and took a deep breath.“I see. Please continue checking everything. Look at them one by one, alright?” I handed her the notebook and papers I was holding, smiling as I did.“Yes, ma’am.”“Kindly tell Miss Carlson to wait for me in my office,” I instructed.“Noted, Miss Castellan,” she replied before leaving.I gave the paintings one last glance, then turned and walked toward my office, fixing my composure along the way.When I opened the door, she was already there, sitting on the modern designer sofa, an artwork itself, sculptural and elegant. She immediately stood when she saw me.“Sorry to keep you waiting. I had to inspect the new arrivals,” I explained as I entered.“No worries. I came early,” she replied warmly.My office is a luxurious, modern executive space designed with a blend of op

Audrey’s POVI don’t understand why I’m so nervous. In just a little while, I’ll be meeting Mr. Ford for the first time, and I still can’t forget the way he looked at me the last time, like he was reading straight through me with just his eyes.If only I could refuse what Papa wants. But I know how much I owe him, and this is such a small favor in return for everything he’s done. Besides, as the future daughter-in-law, I really need to start learning about their family’s business.“Ishhh…” I hugged myself, shivering just at the thought.“Ma’am, are you alright? Are you cold? Should I turn down the air conditioning?” the driver asked politely.“Ah, no, Manong. I’m fine,” I replied softly, forcing the nerves away.I pretended to be busy watching the world outside the window, memorizing the streets, distracting myself with the scenery.“Ma’am, we’re here.”I startled. I hadn’t realized I’d been staring blankly out the window the whole time.“Oh, okay… Thank you, Manong. I’ll get down now

Nick’s POVEvery now and then, I’d sneak a glance at her while Audrey was busy reading the document I had handed her. I tried to keep my focus on my laptop, but damn, it was hard. Each stolen look made me shake my head.God, that outfit.Slim-fit slacks that perfectly hugged the curve of her hips. A low-cut blazer that left her fair, smooth cleavage in plain sight. I shook my head, both frustrated and distracted. I didn’t know if she wore that on purpose, but one thing was certain, she had no idea what it did to me.I’m a man, and I know other men would feast their eyes on her. Just the thought of it made my blood boil.I’d been restless the whole time. Not just because of how she looked. Not just because I wanted to stare at her all day. But because I knew I had no right to feel this way. She wasn’t mine. So why the hell did it feel like she was?I told her it was for her safety. And while that was partly true… maybe it was also for mine. Because with every glance at her body

Scarlett’s POVI stepped out of my office when I heard the faint sound of a child crying. My heartbeat quickened as I followed the direction of the sobs, until I froze in the hallway.I was rooted to the spot.It felt like a cold hand suddenly clutched my heart.George.He was carrying a little boy in his arms, trying to soothe him as he cried. My lips trembled as I watched that scene. Even from a distance, I could feel the tenderness in every touch, every attempt to calm the child. The care. The compassion. The… fatherly love.He looked happy. They looked happy.It was like a dagger to my chest. The pain was unbearable.Before I knew it, tears were already streaming down my face.I was hurting. I was jealous. I was grieving… for Aiah.Quickly, I wiped my tears away, forcing myself to keep my appearance intact. “He’s married?” the thought cut deep into me. My fists clenched, anger and regret surging inside me.How could I tell Aiah that her father already had a family? And how coul