CEO'S UNEXPECTED BABY のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Ella's POV.An eerie sound came from the envelope, hitting the floor. It felt like a pan falling off, leaving a loud thud in the kitchen at midnight. The whole room went silent after it. We waited for about five seconds, but no one came into the room. Ethan bolted out immediately but found nothing, not even a fly in the doorway. An envelope just slithered into the room from nowhere.We had heard footsteps, we thought it was Grandma's, but it wasn't after all. It must have been the footsteps of the one who kept the envelope.Ethan picked up the envelope and let out a deep sigh, hoping it wasn't something worse. I held the blanket very tightly, silently hoping it wasn't a letter bomb.Ethan turned to look at me. He saw the fright in my eyes, and I just couldn't help it."Relax, Ella, this is nothing big," he said as he tore open the envelope. Two things fell out of it: a white note and a picture.Ethan picked the photo up, looked at it, and immediately slammed his hand against the wall.

Ella’s POV.Lucy and I sat silently on the bed. The doctor had placed me on yet another round of drip for strength before we could finally go home from the hospital.I stared into space, my eyes unfocused as if the white walls could somehow whisper answers. The tick of the clock rang louder than usual—almost like it was mocking me.I was so scared that cold shivers ran down my spine, goosebumps popping up everywhere. It was unexplainable, but the fear was real. One thought lingered in my mind: Grandma needed to be found somehow. I couldn’t bear the pain of losing another loved one—not Grandma. The thought alone creeped me out.Lucy paced back and forth across the room like a soldier on patrol, peeking out the windows at intervals as if she expected Grandma to suddenly wave from outside, shouting, “Surprise!”Meanwhile, I silently hummed a lullaby to calm my nerves—the same one Grandma used to sing to me when I was little. It was my tiny escape from reality. But my eyes stayed glued to

Ella's Pov. Lucy came to my room carrying a mischievous grin, and began arranging my things. She set up the bathroom for my bath and carefully laid out the most beautiful nighties for me which called the “perfect choice”. “ El, I love this nightie for you, " she said, pulling out a silky transparent garment from a wardrobe full of clothes Ethan had gotten me. “The colour is very attractive and appealing, you should pair this with a perfect scent and trust me Ethan won't know what hit him”. I gave her a very skeptical look but she winked at me and her grin widened. “I swear Lucy, sometimes I feel you want Ethan and I together more than I do. Who’s thinking about luring a man?” I said astonishedly. “I do, stop pretending you don't understand what I'm saying and go shower. Lucy said. I let her help me and lead me to the bathroom. As the warm water trickled down my body each drip felt like Ethan's fingers trailing my body, tracing invisible lines that sent shivers down my spine. I

Ethan pov.I drove speedily to Caldwell's estate determined to make it there in under 20 minutes. My car almost bumped into a pretty lady standing by the curb. I took a quick glance at her and she was strikingly beautiful, the type of beauty that made men turn heads. But then I sped off. Ella wouldn't forgive me if she ever saw me moping around women and truthfully I had no desire to at this point it was only Ella who mattered the most to me. As I got to the Caldwell's estate, the iron gates stood so tall like a fortress from a little distance, I could feel it still exhume the coldness my father carried all his life. I pulled to a stop outside the tall gates even though the security had opened them for me to drive in. I just entered without my car. And hastily walked up the stairs jumping the stairs two at a time. I needed my father to feel the heat of my anger. And there he sat, my father, the senior CEO of all Caldwell's properties and companies. Grandpa gave it all to him,

Ella's pov..I sat holding Ethan in my arms, it was my first time seeing him this vulnerable, he looked so wasted and the stench of alcohol was like his second skin, the stench oozing from his breath filled the room, his breath burning with whisky, he was a shadow of himself.I helped him take off his shoes and his clothes. But he kept talking under the influence of alcohol, only that he probably was careful about spilling his secrets. I gently brushed off the damped hair from his forehead, he looked too weakened, and spent, for a man who stood in boardrooms, anchored meetings and conferences, a man who commands respect and walks with ego.He buried his face on my bosom and muttered “El, you promise to always be here right?” “ Yes Ethan, " I said, running my fingers through his hair. I’d always be here” I uttered as I gently planted a kiss on the crown of his head and traced my fingers on his neck. I hated alcohol, but I hated how wasted it made a person, how it reduced people to m