บททั้งหมดของ My Janitor's Whisper of Love : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

"What's the matter?" he asked, concern sharpening his sleep-roughened voice as he pushed himself up."Nothing," I mumbled, my voice tight. I turned towards the door.He must have sensed my distress - or thought he'd caused it. In a swift motion, he was off the bed and blocking my path, his hand pressing flat against the door. He wore only loose boxers, exposing his bare chest and uncomfortably close."Stop, Ezekiel," he pleaded. His proximity, the heat of his skin brushing mine, only intensified the terrifying sensation coursing through me. I desperately needed to be alone, to figure out what was happening to my own body."What is it? You look terrified." His gaze searched mine, genuine worry etched on his face. "Are your parents alright? Talk to me. Maybe I can help."The raw fear felt like drowning. In that desperate moment, any lifeline seemed worth grasping. I had no choice. "Look," I whispered, gesturing helplessly downwards at my pajama bottoms. "I don't ... I don't know what'

Reuben’s POV It's been two months since we returned from Westminster. By my research, there were no gold miners and I wished to be the first gold mining company to penetrate. "That is good. Make haste, others could have the same notion," Johnson advised me, and I agreed with him. He was always willing to provide a suitable solution to my questions. Meanwhile, the doctor gave us an encouraging report about our surrogate and it brightened our day. The resigned staff members in his organization had been replaced and no one was willing to resign.Nevertheless, we were still worried about Wilson and could not inquire more than we did with the GM. The weight seemed much on Johnson, but I never allowed him to despair, just as he did not allow me to when I was troubled about Wilson."Would you have allowed him to have me?" I asked him one day when he was lost in thought. Hearing that was nauseating to him and he felt that Wilson was standing right beside me to have me.He drew me clos

Johnson's POV Despite everything, I knew we had to share in Wilson’s joy. Our war was over. He’d forgotten that Reuben existed, and I had won him for myself, I'm the hero. I don't care who he has, at least, not my beloved Reuben.It was time to lay down the sword and allow our friendship to continue. I glanced at Reuben, searching his face. What did he think of this truce I now crave? "What should we tell Wilson," I asked carefully, "to show him we bear no envy?" The words felt treacherous. I needed Reuben’s complicity, not a reminder of my past hypocrisy. His gaze sharpened, a blade honed on my earlier resistance. Now I wanted peace? After I’d selfishly held him back? I saw the cold justice in his eyes: my turn to plead. He shifted, a silent rebuke, ready to withdraw. Instinctively, my hand closed over his wrist, anchoring him. "You have every right to refuse," I murmured, the plea raw beneath the words. "But please, don’t be angry with your Johnson."The tension in Reube

"Or stopped completely. I can't say his problem," I remarked.We were quiet but the thought of our son's well-being filled our minds. "Let’s eat," I swallowed hard and announced. I began eating, but the food suddenly tasted like bile. I watched the queen, who was sitting opposite me, but she wasn't eating. The weight of our son's life was visible on her face."Eat, my queen," I urged her. "There must be a solution to this."She sniffed her nose to fight back her tears and I was touched. I got up at once, rounded the table, and sat beside her. "Don't do this, my queen," I drew her closer and pleaded.She rested her head on my chest and was calm but her heart was beating rapidly. "We need to be strong for each other at this time," I made it clear to her.She seemed to have drawn energy from my words and raised her head. She kissed my lips and accepted my advice."I got it, my king," she mumbled with a heavy heart. I kissed her temple and remained calm to avoid crying as well.

He darted behind a giant, ancient oak draped in silvery moss. I pushed myself harder, the strange lightness of the dream aiding my steps. Rounding the massive trunk, I expected to see him sprinting away again. Instead, I crashed straight into him. He’d stopped, leaning against the rough bark, waiting. His arms closed around me instantly, steadying and pulling me flush against his chest. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, replaced instantly by the familiar, comforting scent of leather and a unique blend of crispness and warmth."You caught me," he murmured, his voice suddenly low and intimate, the playful chase evaporating. His earlier, radiant happiness had softened into a profound tenderness focused solely on me. He brushed a stray strand of hair from my forehead, his touch lingering. The sudden shift, the intensity of his gaze, the solid reality of him holding me, overwhelmed the fragile dream logic. The sun-dappled woods seemed to shimmer, the edges blurring. "Han?" I w