All Chapters of The Wife He Never Wanted: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

SebastianI wanted to see her, so I went to her house and found out she wasn’t home. As I heard from Genna that Cassandra was out having fun with her friends, I grew curious and restless.Don’t misunderstand, this doesn’t mean Cassandra isn’t allowed to have fun with her friends. Yeah, you can call me protective, because that’s exactly how I feel. I don’t want even the slightest bad thing to happen to her.I like the smile on her face, and I want her to smile more.I planned to watch her from afar, not wanting to disturb her enjoyment.Damn it, when I arrived there, I discovered that she was having fun with other men. The moment she touched them instantly shattered my calm, pushing me to act and take her away.I don’t like anyone touching her, making her smile. The jealousy was overwhelming, yet I still struggled to restrain myself from breaking their bones right in front of Cassandra.When I interrupted the party Cassandra was having, she clearly wasn’t pleased by it. I realized how

CassandraJust as I expected, they still had sharp looks in their eyes, silently judging each other, unwilling to lose, yet far better than openly attacking one another.“Uncle Cillian, why didn’t you bring Tucker here?” Miles interrupted.The three of us looked at him. The way he stared intently at Cillian made the man immediately ignore Sebastian.“Unfortunately, Tucker has something to take care of. If he has time later, you’ll definitely get to play together.”When Erica contacted me, I heard Tucker’s voice and knew that they had matters to attend to today. I’m sure that even though the two of them seem fine, this divorce—this change, will still have an impact on them.I feel like they’ll be able to get through this situation, because they have each other and support one another.Miles nodded. He might have been a little disappointed, but he tried to understand. When they meet again, everything will be fine. The two of them laugh together so often.“Are you alright, Sandra?” Cilli

CassandraAs Christmas approached, everyone was busy. Miles also shared many things he had heard from his friends about preparing for Christmas and the like.He truly loved things like that, decorating the Christmas tree and baking cakes together. In previous years, we always did those activities with Dylan, Ellen, and Paul. But now, everything had changed.Several times, while Miles was hanging the lights on the Christmas tree, he seemed to fall silent. I didn’t want to lie to myself; I knew he was thinking about memories from the past. The person who used to help him put up the lights was Dylan, he would carry Miles on his back, and then they would move quickly together.“It turns out it’s not finished yet.” He immediately looked at me after placing an ornament on the Christmas tree.Miles let out a breath, then shifted his body slightly.I looked at the large Christmas tree in the corner of the room. When I bought it, I had already suspected it wouldn’t be finished in one go. It wa

SebastianKnowing what she had done, I was angry. Grandpa was angry too, making her sit uncomfortably. I knew that even though she didn’t take the same actions as before, it did nothing to ease the worry that she might do it again in the future.“I did not invite you to the party at all.” Grandpa’s cane struck the floor, his gaze sharp and piercing.Given his illness, Grandpa shouldn’t have spoken with such force. After he spoke, I saw his chest rising and falling rapidly. It took time for him to calm himself.I completely understood if this situation truly made him angry.Mother’s shoulders flinched slightly, startled. She twisted her fingers while looking down, anxious or guilty, but she had indeed made a mistake.“I’m sorry, Father. I just wanted to see them. I apologized to Sandra and didn’t say anything else.”“She must think we’re liars,” I began to speak.When I saw Cassandra’s expression earlier, it looked like she wanted to talk about everything with irritation and anger. It

CassandraAs the warmth of his body spread to me, I felt my heart beating wildly, as if it were about to burst out of my chest. I struggled to breathe; panic rose as my hands tried to push him away, but Sebastian held them back.His smile was sweet—yeah, that was the judgment I automatically gave it. And that sweet smile felt like a weapon, one that made me unable to refuse anything he did.He placed my hand on his cheek, then spoke softly, fucking making me lose control even more.“Feel it. Do I really have a fever?” His brow furrowed slightly; the way he responded showed he was teasing me. “You’re so attentive to me, Sandra. Even I didn’t realize it.”His words left me standing there for a long moment, as if I were defeated, because I myself didn’t even understand why I noticed that this man had a fever.It’s been so long since I kept paying attention to his every move. I thought it had been ages since I would know anything about him the way I used to.Not wanting to admit my defeat