All Chapters of No Longer A Fool For You : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Selene's Pov The car was quiet at first. Too quiet. I sat back, hands folded in my lap, staring out the window at the passing streetlights. Collins drove steadily, his posture impeccable as always. Every so often, I caught him glancing at me from the corner of his eye, and each time, I quickly looked away. I didn’t know why—there was a mix of relief and something else I couldn’t quite place in seeing him there.“Ma’am… are you sure everything’s okay?” His voice broke the silence, calm, professional, but there was an edge of concern beneath it that I couldn’t ignore.I swallowed, trying to force a smile. “Yes… I’m fine,” I said, though even I knew it wasn’t entirely true. My mind was still tangled in everything from earlier—the confrontation with my father, Rina’s smug expression, and the hollow feeling of my father trying to push us toward some impossible reconciliation.Collins didn’t press further. He just nodded once and turned back to the road. Yet, my eyes followed him as he

Selene's Pov As I was about to enter my office after leaving the boardroom, a sudden force yanked me back, and the door slammed shut behind me. Startled, I whipped around, my eyes locking on the intruder—and instantly, my stomach churned. “Matthew? What the hell is this?!” I hissed, backing up slightly. “Why did you drag me like that? And… what are you doing in my office?” He simply smiled, that infuriatingly confident grin spreading across his face. “I see you’ve been missing me,” he said smoothly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “You must be joking, Matthew. You’re kidding yourself. I haven’t thought about you in weeks!” I crossed my arms, trying to steady my racing heart. “Now, whatever… that’s not why I’m here. So tell me—are we still meeting around 8 pm?” Matthew’s smile widened, almost smug. “Meeting… for what?” I let out a sharp laugh. “Meeting for what? Really, Matthew?” He leaned casually against the wall, his

Selene's Pov I sat in my office, my head resting against the back of the chair, Matthew's words circling in my mind like a curse I couldn’t shake off. No matter how many times I tried to brush them aside, they kept coming back with that same nagging persistence, like a whisper I couldn’t silence. Think about it, Selene. Doesn’t it all look planned… suspicious? His voice echoed in my head, mocking me, daring me to unravel something I wasn’t sure I even wanted to touch. I knocked my knuckles lightly against my temple as if hitting my head hard enough would make the memory of that man’s face at the party come back clearer . But no matter how much I forced it, no image formed. Just fragments. Just shadows. I hated it. I hated how it made me feel powerless, as though I was missing something right in front of me. I was about to stand, maybe storm out and find Collins when a knock came at the door. My head snapped up, relief mixing with irritation. “Come in,” I called, my voice sh

Collin's Pov I couldn’t get a wink of sleep the whole night. Selene was restless beside me, tossing and turning as if her body couldn’t decide on peace. At first, I thought it was just the way she slept, so I tried to ignore it, but the constant shifting made it impossible for me to settle. My eyes stayed open in the darkness, watching her silhouette move again and again. I wanted to wake her, to ask if she was alright, but something inside me held back, as though I wasn’t supposed to disturb her. By the time dawn finally crept through the curtains, my body felt heavy with exhaustion. I gave up on sleep, dragging myself off the bed. My head felt clouded, and my face must have looked as worn out as I felt. With a towel slung over my shoulder, I went to the bathroom to wash up, hoping the cold water would wake me. When I stepped back into the room, still drying my hair, I froze. Selene was sitting upright on the bed, her eyes wide and fixed straight on me. I nearly dropped the

Selene's Pov I stepped into the conference hall, my heels clicking against the marble floor as the soft hum of conversations and shuffling papers filled the air. Rows of suited figures, some already seated and others mingling with glasses of water in hand, created a thick atmosphere of tension mixed with opportunity. My eyes scanned the room automatically—searching, calculating, trying to catch a familiar face. And then I saw him. At first, I couldn’t place it. Something about the strong line of his jaw, the calm yet sharp eyes, tugged at my memory. My steps slowed where have I seen this man before? His face wasn’t new, and the way he carried himself, so assured, so untouchable—it stirred something in me. I hesitated, then straightened my shoulders. Whether I remembered him or not, this was business. I crossed the hall, my palms lightly grazing the papers I held, rehearsing professionalism in my mind. When I finally stood before him, I offered a polite smile. “Good mor