บททั้งหมดของ Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy: บทที่ 351 - บทที่ 360

Edward’s POVVienna blinked up at me. Wide-eyed, cheeks flushed, looking halfway startled and halfway like she might melt if I so much as breathed wrong.God, she was breathtaking."I… You mean…" She glanced around at the trees and the soft moss beneath our feet. "Right here? On the floor? I… uh…"I couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out. "No, not literally on the floor." I brushed my thumb along the back of her hand. "Come on. Let me show you."She let me guide her—hesitant but trusting—through the trees. The night was quiet except for the soft crunch of leaves beneath our feet and her slightly uneven breathing. Every few seconds she glanced at me. And each time I caught her, her blush deepened.We stepped past the clearing into another, narrower path lit by small, solar lanterns I’d set up earlier. She slowed, her eyes widening."Edward…" she whispered. "Where are we going?""You’ll see."The path opened into a secluded glade, and the glow of warm lights spread across her skin as

Vienna’s POVAfter the—admittedly—delicious breakfast, I finally pushed my plate away and leaned back in the plush chair, exhaling slowly. My nerves had settled overnight, replaced by something lighter. Braver. Hopeful.I caught the butler’s eye as he lingered discreetly nearby. The same impeccably dressed man who had served Edward and me dinner in the fairy-lit pergola the night before."Excuse me," I said, rising. "Would it be possible for you to take me into Kingsford?"He inclined his head politely. "Of course, miss. Where would you like to go?""The bank," I replied, my heart fluttering as I said the words out loud. "It’s time to buy a house."His professional smile widened just slightly. "A very exciting day, then.""Yes," I said, unable to keep the grin off my face. "It really is."For the first time in my life, I wasn’t signing a lease. I wasn’t moving into someone else’s space or squeezing myself into a place that never quite felt like mine. This time, it would be different.

Vienna’s POVNo. Absolutely not.I shook my head sharply, as if I could physically eject the ridiculous thought before it rooted itself. But my stomach fluttered anyway."What are these for?" I asked, eyeing the keys in Edward’s hand like they might suddenly explode.He tilted his head, that familiar mischievous smile tugging at his mouth. "What do you think?""I have no idea," I said quickly—too quickly—because the first thought that had flashed through my mind was so wildly inappropriate it bordered on delusional. Oliver, meanwhile, was bouncing like a spring-loaded toy in Edward’s arms. "Can I tell her? Can I tell her?" he begged, his little hands gripping Edward’s jacket.Edward chuckled. "Go ahead, buddy."Oliver sucked in a huge breath, like he was about to announce the winning lottery numbers."Edward bought the house for us, Mommy!!" he squealed.The world… stopped.My jaw dropped. My breath caught somewhere painful behind my ribs. For a moment, all sound drained out, replaced

Vienna’s POV"Mommy! Can we go inside now?" Oliver came barreling toward us from the garden, his curls bouncing wildly. "Pleaaaseeee?"I opened my mouth to answer, but Edward beat me to it with a soft laugh. "I think we should," he said.Oliver didn’t wait for permission. He shot past us like a rocket."Careful!" I called after him automatically. But I stopped short the moment I stepped inside.Everything—everything—was already there.Our couch. The bookshelves Celeste had insisted on lending us. Oliver’s bed, with the dinosaur duvet he refused to part with. Boxes stacked neatly against the wall. Even the framed photo of Oliver and me at the beach, crooked smile and all, already hung in the hallway.I froze.Slowly, I turned to Edward."You—" My voice caught. "How?"He lifted one shoulder in an infuriatingly casual shrug, a boyish smile tugging at his lips. "Celeste and Harold may have helped just a little."My stomach dropped.I stared at him. "You told my parents?""Only after you

Edward’s POVVienna stood in the doorway of the house that fit her so damn perfectly. She was wearing an adorable pajama set—soft cotton, little stars scattered across it. I had no doubt Oliver owned a matching pair. Her mahogany hair was twisted into a messy bun, a few strands escaping and brushing her neck. She looked so safe, so at home it made my heart lurch.God, I wanted to curl up on the couch with her. Watch a terrible movie. Laugh at the dumb jokes. Kiss her slowly until the world narrowed down to just the two of us."Hey," I said gently, forcing myself back into the moment."Hey…" she replied, her voice quiet, cautious, but warm.I lifted the bouquet slightly, suddenly feeling absurdly nervous. "I, uh… I hope I didn’t wake Olli," I said. "I know it’s late. I just… I really needed to talk to you."She studied my face for a second, like she was trying to read everything I wasn’t saying out loud. Then she nodded. "Yeah, I wanted to talk to you too. I was actually about to tex