Semua Bab The Ruthless CEO's Contract Bride: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Days passed slowly. I continued living in Phupha's mansion under this complex relationship. I still worked at that small coffee shop because I felt that being out in the world allowed me to breathe and not sink too deeply into the emptiness I felt in the mansion.In the evening, I would hurry back to the mansion to take care of Nong Time and spend time with my father, whom Phupha still allowed to visit his grandson.I noticed that Phupha started spending more time with Nong Time. He might not express it clearly, but I saw a faint smile on his face when Nong Time came to cuddle, or when he took his son to play in the garden. Sometimes, I even heard Phupha's laughter coming from Nong Time's room, a sound I had never heard before.One day, as I was sitting and working in the library, Phupha walked into the room. He wasn't there to work, but instead walked directly to the bookshelf where he kept his old photo albums. He picked up that album and quietly opened it.I watched him from a dist

After that day when Phupha drove to pick me up in the rain, the sense of distance between us seemed to lessen even further. Phupha remained his reserved self, but I could sense small changes in his demeanor towards me.Sometimes, when I returned from work and entered the mansion, I would see Phupha sitting in the living room, reading a newspaper or working. He would often look up at me slightly and nod gently as a greeting, something he had never done before.I still spent most of my time with Nong Time and my father, who visited the mansion. Phupha continued to allow my father to visit his grandson, and sometimes he would even join them to play with Nong Time. Though he didn't say much, I saw a faint smile on his face when Nong Time came to cuddle or played happily with him.One day, as I was taking Nong Time for a walk in the mansion's garden, I saw Phupha standing by the swimming pool, talking on the phone. His face looked more strained than usual. I overheard him discussing some b

The gradually forming bond between me, Phupha, and Nong Time made the atmosphere in the mansion much warmer and more lively than before. I began to get used to having Phupha by my side, whether at breakfast or during the evenings when the three of us spent time together.One day, as I was taking Nong Time for a walk in the mansion's garden, Nong Time ran across a small toy car that looked old and dusty."Mommy! Whose toy car is this?" Nong Time asked excitedly.I bent down to look at the toy car. It was a small, bright red sports car, looking like a toy that had been stored for a long time."I don't know, darling. It's probably Papa's old toy," I replied, gently stroking my son's hair.Suddenly, Phupha walked into the garden. He must have just returned from work and came down for a stroll."Papa! Whose toy car is this?" Nong Time ran to Phupha, holding up the toy car.Phupha looked at the toy car in Nong Time's hand. His eyes held a certain expression that I couldn't understand, perha

Phupha's answer, that the woman I saw at the kindergarten was his aunt and that he didn't want to talk about it, made me even more curious. That night, I couldn't sleep. I tried to recall what Phupha had told me about his family and the past events I was vaguely aware of.The next day, after dropping Nong Time off at kindergarten, I decided to try and find information about Phupha's aunt. I knew that stories about the Worathana family were often written about in old newspapers and magazines, so I returned to the mansion's library and started searching for information again.I spent almost the entire day in the library, scanning old newspapers and magazines related to the Worathana family, hoping to find some clue that would unravel the mystery in my mind.Finally, my eyes caught an old newspaper article collected in a compilation. The article reported on the tragic news of the Worathana family many years ago. Besides the news of Khunying Tara's death, Phupha's mother, and the corrupti

After that day when I tried to talk to Phupha about Aunt Thida and his past, even though the answers I got weren't everything I wanted, I felt that the wall that once stood between us had lowered a little more. The deep-rooted misunderstanding in his heart might not disappear in an instant, but I hoped that one day, he would believe in my sincerity.I still continued my daily life as usual, taking care of Nong Time, working at the coffee shop, and occasionally looking after my father who visited the mansion. But what changed was the increased frequency of my interactions and conversations with Phupha.Phupha no longer returned home late as before. He often spent his evenings with Nong Time, and sometimes he would even come to work in the living room where I usually spent my time reading.One evening, as I was sitting and reading in the living room, Phupha walked in with a pile of documents. He walked directly to a small desk in the corner of the room and quietly began to work.The roo