Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling In Love with my Cold Billionaire Husband: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Sebastian’s POV“Eloise!”I almost sprinted toward the woman I had just seen.I couldn’t be wrong—that hair, that silhouette. It was her. My Eloise. My love.The way she walked, the way she held herself, even the tilt of her head—it was her.Without thinking, I ended the call still ringing in my hand and slipped the phone into my pocket. My entire focus was on that familiar figure. I pushed through the crowd, brushing past strangers, my heartbeat pounding like a drum in my ears.But just as I was about to reach her, a group of tourists suddenly cut across my path. I tried to shove past them, muttering hurried apologies, but the flow of people was too thick. By the time I broke through the crowd—She was gone.“Damn it! Eloise!” I shouted, voice echoing in the busy terminal.A few people turned to stare, confused, but most just walked on, indifferent.Where was she?I swear it was her!I pulled my phone back out. Lucille’s name flashed on the screen, but I declined her call and dialed

I felt utterly unmotivated as I prepared to head to the Gonzalez company. This time, Marcus was with me.For the past hour, I could sense he wanted to say something—probably another one of his “words of wisdom.” But I didn’t need him reminding me again that Eloise was gone. I knew that already. And I was trying—really trying—to accept it once more.A few minutes later, our car entered the premises of a massive building. It was as grand as Whitmore Industries—modern, sleek, and intimidatingly tall.The driver parked at the main entrance. I noticed several employees lined up outside, probably waiting for someone important. But what caught my attention wasn’t them—it was a familiar figure among the crowd.Marcus stepped out first to open my door. The moment I got out, my eyes confirmed what my instincts had already told me.“Ashton Savarre,” I said, arching a brow. “What a coincidence. Are you Mr. Gonzalez’s nephew?”Ashton froze. For a moment, he just stared at me, as if trying to make

Eloise’s POV“Let go of me, Ashton!”I struggled to pull my hand free from his grip. Even as we stepped into the house, he still wouldn’t release me. It was only when the door shut behind us that he finally did.“Why did you do that?!” I snapped, hitting his chest in frustration.“Didn’t I tell you not to go there?” he shot back instead of answering me.I stared at him, stunned.“Are you serious right now? Last time I checked, I’m your wife—not your property! You can’t tell me where I can or can’t go, Ashton. And you definitely can’t stop me from talking to people I want to talk to! What the hell are you doing? Why are you doing this to me?!”“I’m doing this to protect you, Eloise! You still don’t remember anything, do you?”“Or maybe,” I said coldly, “you’re just hiding something from me.”His throat bobbed as his Adam’s apple moved. He looked away, refusing to meet my eyes.“That woman,” I continued, “she knows me—”“That woman is lying, Eloise!” he suddenly barked.I let out a shar

“Why are we leaving so soon, Ash? What a waste! I could’ve bought more rambutan there,” I said, pouting as I peeled another fruit he had just opened for me.We were already on the plane, heading back to Paris.“I’m sorry, Babe,” Ashton said, his tone calm and practiced. “My uncle called. One of his business partners is flying in, and he wants me to personally give them a tour of the company.”I exhaled loudly, staring at the rambutan in my hand. “Of course,” I muttered under my breath. I didn’t say another word after that.The plane began to taxi, and soon the dull hum of the engine filled the cabin. The only other sounds were faint snores from sleeping passengers.I turned toward the window, resting a hand over my belly.I didn’t know why, but something inside me ached.It felt like I had left something important behind in the Philippines.The flight back to Paris was long. By the time we landed, it was already dark. We went straight home, exhausted from the trip. I fell asleep the m

Someone’s POV“Ashton! Wait! Stop!” Eloise cried out, her voice echoing through the hallway.But no matter how hard she tried to pull her hand free, Ashton’s grip was unrelenting. He had gone deaf to her pleas, his expression dark and unreadable.“Please, Ashton! Don’t do this!” she begged, her voice cracking.He said nothing. Ashton just kept dragging her down the hall until they reached their bedroom. There, he pushed her back onto the bed, his movements sharp and desperate.Eloise quickly scrambled away, crawling backward across the mattress, her eyes wide with fear. But Ashton didn’t move toward her—he just stood there at the edge of the bed, fists clenched tightly at his sides.“You’re crossing the line, Ashton!” she cried, tears filling her eyes. “If you keep doing this, how do you expect me to believe anything you say?”Ashton’s jaw tightened. His knuckles turned white.“It doesn’t matter whether you believe me or not, Eloise,” he said coldly. “You’re staying here—and you’re no