All Chapters of THE BOY WHO COULD BEAR AN HEIR : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Zayn was still shocked by Lucien’s behavior. The younger man looked at him with wide eyes, his chest rising and falling fast, lips trembling as if he wasn’t sure what he had just done. That first nervous kiss had been clumsy, innocent, almost fragile. But Zayn’s heart was already burning. Even though Lucien didn’t know how to kiss properly, Zayn leaned in, taking the lead, guiding him gently. Their mouths moved together, slow at first, then deeper, more urgent as heat began to spark between them. Lucien’s breath caught when Zayn’s hand slid to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His body stiffened, then slowly melted into the kiss. The kiss grew intense, their breaths mixing, until Zayn could no longer hold back the hunger that had been building for so long. He pushed Lucien softly back against the bed, his own body following, his weight hovering above him. Lucien’s eyes widened, but he didn’t resist. Instead, his trembling fingers clutched the fabric of Zayn’s shirt, pulli

“Child, do you want some juice and snacks?” Ma Claudia asked gently as she passed by the couch where Lucien was curled up with his tablet. Lucien’s tongue stuck out in concentration as he tilted the device, moving it side to side. His thumbs tapped furiously. It was obvious he was lost inside the game. “Child?” Ma Claudia tried again. “Yeah, yeah. Sure,” Lucien said quickly, without even glancing up. Ma Claudia smiled faintly, shaking her head. She was about to press him further when her eyes caught sight of a tall figure entering the sitting room. Her expression changed at once to a respectful and alert one as she bowed her head. “Sir Zayn. Welcome.” At the sound of the name, Lucien’s head snapped up. He caught sight of Zayn walking in, one hand tucked casually into his pocket. Lucien’s lips pressed into a frown, and just as quickly, he dropped his gaze back to his tablet. His fingers moved again, pretending focus, though the lines of his face were tight. Zayn let out a

Zayn squeezed the towel, letting the excess water drip back into the bowl before carefully placing it on Lucien’s forehead. His movements were precise but gentle, every touch carrying the weight of his worry. He picked up another towel, dipped it into the cool water, and began wiping the damp skin along Lucien’s neck. Ma Claudia stood at the side, wringing her hands. She had tried earlier to take over, but Zayn had refused firmly. Now she just watched him, her heart heavy, but she dared not interfere again. Lucien stirred, his lashes trembling before his eyes finally opened. The first thing he saw was Zayn’s face hovering above him, full of concern. “Zayn?” Lucien whispered, his voice weak. “Yes, baby,” Zayn answered immediately, leaning closer. “How are you feeling now?” “Though I feel weak… but I am fine.” Lucien tried to force a small smile, as though to convince him. Zayn shook his head, sighing. “I already called the doctor. He’ll be here soon.” He paused, his dark eye

Elene walked into the grand mansion, as she carried her handbag loosely in one hand, exhaustion pulling at her shoulders. It had been a long day, and all she wanted was to sit down, breathe, and hear her boys laughing upstairs. She dropped her bag on the couch and let herself sink into it with a small sigh. But she barely had time to relax before the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the living room. “Mother! Mother!” Cassien came running, his face flushed, his chest heaving as though he had been holding his breath too long. His small hands clutched at the armrest of the couch, eyes wide with panic. Elene straightened immediately, her mother’s instinct sharpening. “Slow down, Cassy. What is it?” Cassien’s lower lip trembled. He tried hard to hold it together, but his voice broke. “Lucien… my twin is not back yet.” For a moment, the words hung in the air, sharp and cold. Elene blinked, thinking she must have heard wrong. “What do you mean Lucien isn’t back yet? I t

Ever since that day, Gerard had become much nicer to Lucien—so much that even Elene was entirely surprised. What changed my husband overnight? Elene asked herself deep down, again and again, but she never got a reasonable answer. For the past week, Gerard had been more caring, more supportive toward Lucien than he had ever been before. “Here, take this,” Gerard said warmly as he placed the chicken lap on Lucien’s plate. “Thanks, Dad,” Lucien mumbled shyly. Gerard turned with a smile to Cassien and did the same, handing him another piece. Elene, who had been observing all evening, finally looked down at her food, her thoughts clouded. Dinner went on quietly. Then Gerard cleared his throat and proposed, “I’ll be taking you both out tomorrow.” “Really?” Cassien’s face lit up with a huge smile. Elene frowned slightly. “Why do you suddenly want to take my kids out?” she asked suspiciously. Gerard forced a small laugh. “Your kids? Come on, Elene, they’re our kids. And I’