MY BOYFRIEND'S FATHER: YES DADDY SERIES のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

After Rachael had made up her mind, she stood on her feet and walked out of the apartment she shared with Oris, heading toward Richard’s door.She inhaled sharply, then exhaled, drew a deep breath, and raised her right hand to knock—but couldn’t bring herself to do it.A few seconds passed before she turned to leave, when the door suddenly creaked open.Richard stared, surprised to see Rachael on the verge of leaving. “Rachael!” he called.Rachael spun around, hesitating, clutching at the edge of her gown. “Yes,” she said.Richard gave her an appraising, slightly puzzled look, noticing her nerves. She didn’t seem willing to speak, let alone stay.“Do you want to come in?” he asked, inviting her inside.“Yeah, I mean yes, um…” she murmured.Richard didn’t read much into her odd behavior. He opened the door wider and stepped back to let her in, then shut it behind her and gestured to the sitting room. “Make yourself comfortable.”Rachael looked around, briefly impressed. “Nice apartment

Oris was kicked out of the car by Tupac and his gang, watching them drive away in a surge of anger. He grudgingly jogged home, hoping to reach before Rachael arrived.When he finally got inside, he slipped into the kitchen after dropping his phone in the bedroom and swapping his outfit. He set about whipping up dinner, glancing at his wristwatch and hoping, anxiously, that Rachael would delay a little. It was 6:30 p.m.Rachael opened the entrance door and stepped into their apartment. Oris stepped out of the kitchen and, upon seeing her, beamed with a warm smile and welcomed her softly, “My love, you’re just in time. Go wash up; let’s eat. I’ve prepared dinner.”He placed what he was carrying on the table and then returned to the kitchen. Rachael quietly walked into the bedroom, calmly, and saw his phone left on the bed. She pondered for a moment, then changed her outfit and walked out to join Oris at the dining table.They ate quietly, the atmosphere tense. Oris pretended there was n

Richard could see she was nervous, fidgeting, every muscle tense.He stepped closer to her."I can give you half the money," Richard began, "but…"He stopped mid-sentence, and Rachael held her breath, stiffening before giving him an uneasy glance."What is it?" she finally asked.Richard stood only inches away, and spoke with quiet certainty. "I can feel the desire in your eyes. You want me the way I want you. Just this once, Rachael."Rachael looked away, then met his gaze again. "That isn’t true."Richard lifted his hand and cupped her chin, guiding her face back to him. "Look into my eyes and deny it."Unable to deny what she felt, Rachael stepped back, creating distance. "I can’t," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "Although I want you, it doesn’t make it right. Oris is my boyfriend. I can’t cheat on him for this."She moved toward the door, reaching for the doorknob. Just as she was about to open it, Richard’s voice stopped her."What if your boyfriend is cheating on yo

When Oris got home, night had already settled. He slipped inside, closed the door softly, and went straight to the bedroom. Rachael lay asleep, clutching a photo of the two of them. Dried tear tracks shone faintly on her cheeks.His chest tightened. Gently, he eased the picture from her hand and set it back on the nightstand where it belonged.“I’m sorry,” he whispered.He shed his clothes, wrapped a towel around his waist, and stepped into the bathroom. Under the rush of the shower, memories rose—those early days with Rachael, when everything had felt effortless and bright. For a moment he let himself stay there, in the warmth of it.After a while he turned off the water, dried off, and left the room. He didn’t climb into bed beside her. Instead, he stretched out on the living room couch and tried to sleep.At dawn he moved quietly through the kitchen, made breakfast, ate quickly, and slipped out. He went straight to Richard’s apartment and knocked.Richard opened the door, surprise

Oris dropped to his knees, tears streaking down his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Rachael. I regret everything. Please forgive me,” he pleaded.But Rachael didn’t flinch. She ate in silence, rose without a word, and carried her plate to the kitchen. Oris watched in dread as she washed up, her face unreadable. When she returned, he stepped in front of her and slapped his own cheeks—once, then again.“Your silence is killing me,” he said, voice cracking. “Scream at me, scold me—do anything. Just say something. I’m so sorry, Rachael.”She stared at him, lips pressed tight, then moved past him and walked into the bedroom. His heart pounding, he followed. He stood there, helpless, as she undressed, opened the bathroom door, and disappeared into the shower. He lingered, lost for words, then turned and left the apartment.Outside, his phone rang. He answered to Belinda’s angry voice. “Why aren’t you picking my calls? I’ve been calling and you won’t respond. What did I do?”Already frayed, Oris snapped