Mr. Ceo Ex-lover Comes With Baby のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

The evening sky had dimmed as Evalina stood in front of the grand house she once called home. Her hand clutched a spare key she hadn’t touched in days. A storm of anxiety churned in her chest, laced with a fury that threatened to explode. She had seen the headline—one that burned her eyes like fire: "Hunter Jackson Engaged to Mysterious Woman from His Past." Evalina pushed the door open slowly. The silence inside welcomed her with a chilling emptiness. She strode quickly to the living room, and just as she suspected, Amara was there. Elegant as ever, sitting calmly with a small, victorious smile. “Oh? I heard you finally decided to come back,” Amara said casually. “I thought you’d given up.” “I’m not here to trade sarcastic remarks,” Evalina replied firmly, her gaze locked sharply on Amara. “Where is Hunter?” “Upstairs. But honestly, what do you expect to hear from him?” Amara stood up, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. “You know he never truly healed from the pa

The night wind gently blew through Evalina's hair as she stepped out of the small corner minimarket. A plastic bag containing bread and milk hung from her hand. The street was nearly deserted, with only the occasional car passing by. Yet, an unsettling feeling crept into her chest—as if she was being watched.Her steps slowed. She glanced over her shoulder.No one.Still, the discomfort didn’t fade.Her phone vibrated in her hand, and she quickly reached for it, hoping it was Monique.It wasn’t.An unknown number.She ignored it.Trying to calm herself, Evalina kept walking. But then, in the reflection of a shop’s glass window, she caught sight of something—a black car parked not far behind her.The car had no license plate.Her breath hitched.She walked faster.The car began to move, slowly, matching her pace. Panic building, she turned sharply and took a shortcut down a narrow alley leading to Monique’s apartment.But the car didn’t follow. It simply remained at the edge of the str

Drizzles tapped gently against the pavement.The night was quiet, only occasionally interrupted by the distant hum of passing vehicles.Evalina sat in Monique’s living room, knees pulled to her chest.The memory of last night clung to her like a shadow—she couldn’t sleep, couldn’t breathe.Fear had become her constant companion.Suddenly, a soft knock broke the silence.Knock. Knock.Evalina turned her head sharply, holding her breath.Then came a voice she knew all too well from behind the door:“Eva… it’s me. Hunter.”Her blood ran cold.Her hands trembled as she stood.She hesitated—unsure if she should open the door.But her instincts told her… she had to hear him out.Slowly, she unlocked the door and cracked it open—just a little.Hunter stood there in the rain, drenched, no umbrella.His face was weary.Those dark brown eyes looked at her like a man who had lost everything.“I won’t come in if you don’t want me to,” he said softly.“I just need to talk.”Evalina bit her lip.Fo

Evalina shivered—not just from the cold, but from the fear that crept relentlessly through her veins.But she couldn’t give up. Not now. Not when her life was hanging by a thread so fragile, it could snap at any moment.Her eyes lifted upward—to a small ventilation opening high on the wall.With trembling legs, she forced herself to stand, dragging a small table beneath the vent.Her hands shook as she reached up, pulling out a piece of broken plastic spoon she had secretly kept from her last meal. She wedged it into the edge of the vent cover and pushed.A faint crack echoed in the silence—the vent was loosening.It wasn’t large, but big enough to slip through one thing: a phone.Evalina reached into the inner pocket of her clothes. She still had it—the small phone she’d once been given by a street kid she helped. It didn’t have many functions, but it had enough for one thing: sending a message.With unsteady fingers, she typed quickly:“I’m being held. This is my last GPS coordinate

The evening sky looked grim, as if mirroring the storm brewing inside Hunter Jackson’s chest. The salty wind from the harbor lashed against his face as he stood in front of an old warehouse—according to the last tracker signal, this was the last known location where Evalina’s presence had been detected.His car screeched to a halt, tires nearly burning the asphalt.From a second vehicle, his two most trusted men, Rhys and Caleb, jumped out, immediately taking defensive positions.“She’s inside,” Hunter said firmly. His voice was low but loaded with tension. His eyes scanned the area like a hawk zeroing in on its prey.Rhys nodded. “We’ll go in with you.”Hunter shook his head. “No. I’m going in first. Evalina needs to see a familiar face.”Without waiting, he strode toward the side entrance of the warehouse. The old, rusted wooden door looked fragile, blocked from the outside with a thick beam. Hunter took a deep breath and then kicked the door with full force.BANG!The door flew ope