Semua Bab Betrayed, Contract Marriage with Mr. Devil: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Chapter 71Giselle slammed her bedroom door shut.Her face was flushed red, caught between anger and embarrassment. She threw her bag onto the sofa, then collapsed onto the bed, her breathing ragged.“That shameless old woman!” she growled, grabbing a bolster pillow and throwing it to the floor.“How dare she accuse me, especially in front of everyone! That witch deserves to rot in hell!”She hit the pillow over and over, as if it were Qiara’s head.Each hit came with short curses that spilled out uncontrollably.“Why did I even go to that office? I should’ve known Leon would only make me angry!”She shouted in frustration, then covered her face with the pillow.A few seconds later, her voice softened. She stared at the ceiling, her eyes glistening, but she quickly wiped them away.“No. I can’t cry over someone like him,” she whispered quietly.But the more she tried to calm herself, the clearer the images in her head became—the scene in the office lobby, how Leon had yanked her arm s

Chapter 73In his study, Leon sat leaning back in his chair, staring blankly at the folder that his mother had torn earlier.He still wasn’t calm. Everything that had happened that night made his head feel heavy.His phone suddenly rang. On the screen appeared Qiara’s name.Leon took a deep breath before answering.“Hello,” he said flatly.Qiara’s voice came through soft, slightly trembling. “Leon… I want to talk. It’s important.”Leon stared into the distance. “Now? It’s late.”“I know. But I can’t sleep until I tell you,” Qiara replied quickly. There was a brief pause before she continued, “What if I’m… pregnant?”Leon froze. The hand that had been holding his pen slowly dropped. “What do you mean, Qiara?”“I’m not sure,” she said softly. “But… we didn’t use protection. I’m scared, Leon.”The room fell silent. The ticking of the clock echoed clearly.Leon stared at the table, trying to think straight.“If that’s true,” he said finally, his voice low, “then I’ll take responsibility.

Giselle came carrying a tray with a bowl of porridge, a glass of warm milk, and fever medicine. Her mind had been restless since earlier. Even though Leon had insisted that he was fine, his face had looked terribly pale.“Stubborn man,” she muttered as she walked quickly. “If you’re sick, just say you’re sick. Why do you have to act so tough?”When she arrived in the living room, her eyes immediately caught Leon still lying on the sofa.His face was even paler than before, his forehead damp with sweat.“Leon!” she cried out in panic, setting the tray down on the table. She hurried over and touched his forehead.“You’re burning up…”Leon’s body trembled slightly. His lips were pale, and his breathing was heavy.“How could it get this bad?” Giselle bit her lip, unsure what to do.She patted Leon’s cheek gently. “Hey, Mr. De Santos, open your eyes!”Leon groaned faintly, but his eyes remained closed.“Oh God… you’re really such trouble.” Giselle looked around, then quickly decided to tak

It had been a month since that day. The relationship between Leon and Giselle had been going quite well.Even so, Leon was still deeply immersed in his work and business affairs.At eleven in the morning, Qiara came to Leon’s office without any prior notice.Leon, who had just closed his laptop, was startled to see her standing at the door of his office.“Qiara?”Qiara stepped inside with a blank expression, holding a small handbag in her hand. “Are you busy?”Leon let out a slow sigh. “Quite busy. Why did you come here?”Qiara looked at him sharply. “I came because I’ve been waiting too long.”“Waiting for what?” Leon leaned back in his chair, his tone calm but firm.“Your promise, Leon. You promised to divorce Giselle last month. But until now, I haven’t heard anything about it.”Leon looked down at his desk for a moment before replying, “I haven’t had time to take care of it. There are many business matters I need to finish first.”Qiara chuckled softly, but her tone sounded bitter

The atmosphere in the De Santos mansion’s dining room that morning was far from calm. Mrs. Hansel sat at the end of the table with a tense expression, a cup of milk gone cold in her hand untouched.“Leon, explain this to me,” she said sharply. “How could Giselle just leave without any of us knowing?”Leon, sitting across from her, leaned back in his chair. He looked calm on the surface, but his eyes revealed exhaustion. “She wanted to leave, Mom. There’s nothing we can do.”Mrs. Hansel tapped her fingers against the table. “You didn’t even try to look for her? Leon, don’t you realize that girl lived here under our responsibility?”Leon took a deep breath before replying flatly, “She’s an adult, Mommy. I’m sure she knows where to go.”“Leon!” Mrs. Hansel’s voice rose. “I can’t believe you’re saying this. You’re her husband, at least legally. You should be protecting her, not letting her disappear without a word.”Leon was silent for a moment, staring at the table without expression. “S