All Chapters of No Longer A Fool For You : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Selene’s POV Once the kettle was set, I got the eggs going, the faint sizzle filling the quiet kitchen. The butter melted into the pan with a soft hiss, releasing that warm, nutty smell that always made a place feel like home. I whisked the eggs gently, watching the yellow turn fluffy as I stirred. A few minutes later, the toast popped up golden, and I plated everything, adding a little dollop of jam on the side not too much, because I wasn’t sure if Collins was a sweet or savory breakfast type. Balancing the plates, I made my way to the dining area, moving between cupboards and drawers to grab utensils. The cutlery clinked softly in my hands as I laid them neatly forks to the left, knives to the right, spoons in their place. I even straightened the placemats, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles with my fingertips. It was silly, but it made me feel like I was doing something that mattered, no matter how small. Collins trailed behind me like a silent shadow, his footfalls soft a

Collin's Pov I hadn’t expected to see Sarah here. I’d gone over the guest list for the charity event three times, combing through every single name like a man searching for a bomb in a crowded room and there was no mention of Sarah. Not even a whisper of her name. So seeing her now, standing in the middle of the elegant, chandelier-lit lobby in that emerald dress, hit me like a sucker punch. Damn. I forced my expression to stay neutral, but my mind was already racing. If she was here, it meant two things: either someone had slipped up, or she’d forced her way in. Either way, Selene couldn’t know. She was already suspicious of me and my lie hadn’t been half as convincing as I’d hoped. I could still see the faint crease between her brows when I’d explained why I’d also turned around. That look that told me she didn’t believe me, not entirely. We walked into the grand hall side by side, her heels clicking softly on the marble, the faint scent of her perfume weav

Selene's Pov The cool night air hit my skin the moment we stepped outside. My head felt lighter than it should have, my steps not quite matching the rhythm of my heels. I could feel Collins walking just a fraction closer than usual, his attention like a constant shadow at my back. “Ma” he started, but the sound of my own pulse in my ears drowned him out. Without thinking, I quickened my pacethen broke into a run. “Ma!” Collins’s voice sharpened behind me. I ignored him, making a beeline for the small hedge of manicured bushes just off the paved path. I dropped to my knees in the grass, my gown bunching awkwardly around me as I bent forward, pressing a hand to my stomach. My mouth tasted metallic, and the air felt too thick to breathe. Collins was at my side in seconds. “Ma, what” “Don’t come closer,” I gasped, waving a hand weakly in his direction. “This is… disgusting.” He hesitated only for a moment before crouching down anyway, his suit trousers brushing the damp grass.

Selene's Pov The faint glow of sunlight slipped past my curtains and brushed against my eyelids, pulling me unwillingly from sleep. I stretched out with a soft groan, my arms arching above my head, toes curling under the sheets. “Oh my God,” I whispered, voice raspy from slumber, “it’s morning again.” I rolled onto my side and stared at the ceiling, and just like that, yesterday came crashing back. Katie’s shrill laugh, matthew’s hard, accusing eyes. The way my own voice had stammered uselessly while my heart tore apart. And then Collin… the solid warmth of his chest, the faint smell of soap and sweat as I buried my face against him, trembling like a fool. I remembered the steady hum of the car engine lulling me into unconsciousness. I had fallen asleep so deeply I didn’t even know how I got into bed last night. Probably Collin again. The thought made my chest tighten,but I quickly shook it off as there was no need to dwell on past events. Swinging my legs out

Selene's Pov Collins carried me into the room with surprising ease, his arms firm beneath me. I was still laughing, the silly kind that bubbled out uncontrollably, leaving me hiccupping in between breaths. My cheeks felt hot, not just from the shower water but from the ridiculousness of it all. Imagine me Selene, the one everyone feared in the boardroom now half-dripping and giggling like a spoiled child in front of my own bodyguard. He laid me gently on the bed, careful not to let my damp skin soak into the sheets. For a moment, he stood stiffly by the bedside, looking as though he had just committed a crime. His ears were red, his gaze anywhere but on me. “What… what would you like to do next, ma’am?” he asked, voice taut, as though each word embarrassed him. I burst into another round of laughter, which ended in a tiny hiccup. “Oh my God, Collins, relax,” I teased, pressing a hand to my stomach. Then, waving lazily toward the closet, I said between chuckles, “Can