Todos los capítulos de Opening My Eyes to Reality: Capítulo 421 - Capítulo 430

Pamela caressed her lower abdomen as she watched the shock play over Natalie's face. "Aren't you going to congratulate me, Natalie? Your kids will soon have a baby brother or sister!"Natalie had years to learn how to mask her emotions, but she still couldn't keep her feelings from getting the better of her upon hearing such news.Nonetheless, she met Pamela head-on, stepping forward as she sneered, "It's bad form to associate yourself with people who want nothing to do with you. The child you're carrying has no relation to my children."She dug her nails into her palms, the pain clearing her mind. She didn't want to stay here and drag out this argument with Pamela, lest she come off like a scorned wife. As such, she brushed past Pamela and continued forward.Pamela hounded Natalie anyway, catching up to her as she said, "The fact that I'm pregnant with his child means we'll be tied together in this life for good! Even if he were to remember everything, he wouldn't abandon his chil

Panic seized Natalie.For some reason, she felt like she'd just been caught cheating. She frantically looked away from Rowan, and any romantic tension that had been building between her and Aloysius ground to a halt as she whispered, "We should head back."Aloysius eyed her tenderly. "Alright."They continued forward side by side. It so happened that they'd walk past Rowan on their way back to the room. He didn't look like he was about to leave, which made Natalie even more nervous.She caught his tall, lean figure in her peripheral vision. He cut a dashing silhouette in an impeccable black suit and stood firmly in place. The orange flame from his lighter cast a warm glow over his features, bringing out the shade of his eyes.Natalie was about to walk past him, and she didn't plan on greeting him, either.After they'd passed him, Rowan's gaze fell on Natalie's back. Smoke unfurled from his cigarette as ashes fell onto the velvet carpet underfoot like finely ground dust.A long p

Rowan's sudden shift in attitude baffled Natalie. She blinked, her alluring eyes full of confusion as she stared at him. Looking dazed, she asked, "Do you have any idea what you're saying right now?"Rowan knew, of course.He'd experienced an unprecedented anxiousness since Natalie stopped hounding him, and her silhouette haunted him even in his dreams.While he hadn't exactly remembered who Natalie was to him, his feelings for her were a fiery heat that threatened to consume him, refusing to abate even as he tried to put them out. He was still panting as he rasped, "I'm well aware of what I just said."What difference would it make, then? Natalie wanted to know how he planned to straighten out this mess. In other words, what did he plan to do about Pamela's child?Frowning, Natalie pointed out, "Don't trouble yourself. I won't bother you again after this—that much I can promise."She shoved Rowan away, her eyes darkening as she hurried forward, only to slow her steps when she re

As the door fell shut with a thunderous bang, Pamela found herself left alone in the room. Her knuckles were white, and the leather residue under her nails was from when she maniacally clawed the couch.And yet, she felt nothing but a hollowness that stewed alongside the pain in her heart.She stared at the tightly shut door, only to close her eyes in heartache a second later.Rowan hadn't wandered around aimlessly after leaving his and Pamela's place. He began to dig up any information he could find on his true identity, but the information was limited. There wasn't even a publicized picture.However, he did come across Lorcan's name a lot during his digging. Compared to the rest of the Mattels, who liked to lay low, Lorcan seemed to like publicity and was often seen attending various events. The media and reporters interviewed him a fair bit, too.Rowan clicked on a short interview clip. The face that appeared on screen struck him as exceedingly familiar. Was this the famous Lor

Rowan stood tall and straight outside the gates, basking in the morning sun that brought out the angled planes and chiseled lines of his face. His dark, depthless gaze locked on the little girl who looked like a real-life porcelain doll, and he said hoarsely, "I am."When the words were finally out of his mouth, his voice quaking like yellowed leaves in the crisp fall breeze, he sounded broken. His eyes darkened even more as he stared at Wanda's excited yet confused expression, and he added even more firmly, "Wanda, it's me, Daddy."Wanda was only three years old. She held Natalie's hand and craned her neck back to ask the latter curiously, "Mommy, didn't Daddy pass away?"Natalie didn't know how to explain all this to Wanda. Rowan's reappearance was too sudden, and it wrecked all her plans.Just then, another childish voice sliced through the air. "He's not Daddy, nor is he worthy of being our dad."It was Rowley. He'd spotted Rowan through the window, and from that moment on, it