บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Forgotten Queen : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 69

The sun is already low in the sky when I step out onto the balcony the next morning. The air is cool but gentle, brushing against my skin in a way that feels almost comforting. For the first time in months, I don’t wake with fear sitting in my chest. Instead, I wake with a strange, calm certainty. A slow beginning. A soft chapter.I rest my hands on the railing and inhale deeply. Down below, the garden glows gold. Peace. That’s what it feels like.I hear the sliding door open behind me.“Couldn’t sleep?” Ares asks quietly.I shake my head without turning. “No. I just needed some air.”He steps closer, but not too close. He’s careful now—he thinks before he moves, before he speaks. It’s a small thing, but I notice it every time.“I didn’t want to interrupt,” he says softly.“You’re not.”He stands beside me, leaning back against the railing. The silence between us is calm, natural.After a moment he sighs. “I had a meeting with the legal team this morning.”I frown slightly. “You wake

The drive out of the city felt strangely peaceful. The traffic faded behind us, replaced by long stretches of quiet roads, open fields, and soft afternoon light. I sat in the passenger seat, watching the scenery pass by slowly. Ares drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely on his thigh. He looked calm—more calm than I had seen him in a long time.For the first twenty minutes, neither of us spoke. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt like we were both gathering our thoughts for something important.Eventually, Ares glanced at me. “You’re quiet.”“I’m thinking,” I said.“About Max?”“A little. But mostly about you. About where we’re going.”He nodded softly, eyes returning to the road. “I want to show you something real. Something honest.”The way he said it warmed my chest. He sounded hopeful, but careful. Like he was holding something fragile.“Are you nervous?” I asked.Ares actually laughed under his breath. “A little. Which is new for me.”I smiled. “You’re usually t

The first week in the new house passed slowly, almost dreamlike. Every morning, I woke to the sunlight spilling through the windows, painting soft patterns across the floor. It was quiet. Not empty or lonely, but quiet in a way that felt deliberate, like the world had finally slowed down for us. I never imagined peace could feel so… tangible.Ares had adapted quickly, though I could see him still measuring himself, ensuring that nothing he did would push me away. He moved around the house with careful steps, keeping things orderly, thoughtful. Even his smile seemed softer, more genuine, less practiced.One morning, he was already awake when I came into the kitchen. He was humming softly as he arranged fruit on the counter, the sunlight catching the strands of his hair.“Good morning,” I said quietly.“Morning,” he replied without looking up. “Coffee?”“Yes, please.” I stepped closer, inhaling the faint scent of him—warm, clean, familiar.He finally glanced at me, eyes soft. “You’re ad

The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of wet earth and distant flowers. I woke slowly, stretching and feeling the quiet warmth of the house around me. Ares was already moving about, the faint sound of dishes clinking and soft humming reaching me from the kitchen. Somehow, the calm had become a rhythm I didn’t want to leave.I slipped into the kitchen quietly. Ares looked up from pouring juice and smiled. “Good morning,” he said softly, his voice low and steady.“Morning,” I replied, taking a deep breath. “Coffee?”“Always.” He handed me a cup, and I took it, savoring the warmth. “Sleep well?”“For the first time in months, yes,” I admitted. “The house… the quiet… it feels right.”He leaned against the counter, eyes soft. “It should feel right. That’s what I wanted. A place where you can feel… home.”I smiled faintly. “You’ve succeeded.”We drank our coffee slowly, the silence between us comfortable, filled with understanding rather than words.---Later, I went to check on the

The morning sun had barely begun to climb when I woke to the sound of the front doorbell. My heart skipped a beat, a strange unease settling over me. Ares stirred beside me, noticing my sudden alertness.“Who is it?” I whispered, still in bed, listening.“I don’t know,” he replied, already moving toward the window. “Stay here.”I watched him walk toward the door, his movements calm but deliberate. I heard his voice, low and steady. “Who’s there?”There was a pause. Then a woman’s voice, unfamiliar but firm. “I’m here to speak with Valeria.”Ares’s jaw tightened. “Do you have an appointment?”“No,” she said, her tone sharp. “But it’s urgent. For her safety.”I felt a chill run down my spine. Urgency was rarely good news. Slowly, I slipped out of bed and followed him toward the door.Ares opened it, standing tall, protective. The woman stepped in, her eyes scanning the house quickly. She looked professional, but there was something calculating in the way she moved.“Valeria Hart?” she a