All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

God, she was so expressive—so savage without even trying. I bit back a smile.“You don't believe in my love, and I get it,” I said softly. “But I promise you I won’t give up. I’ll make you fall in love with me, Charlotte.”She let out a short laugh.“Then what? Mission accomplished? You’ll show your true self and break my heart?”“After you fall in love with me, I’m going to make you mine forever. We’ll have a family—as many kids as you want.”She giggled and stood to her feet.“All men are good at it—saying the words that make women feel secure, make them let their guard down. Aren’t you all the same?”Her smile faded when she saw my face. She realized how much that cut.“I’m sorry,” she whispered.“I should be the one apologizing,” I said. “A man like me hurt you—I get why you have trust issues. But please… go easy on me. A chance is all I’m asking.”She shook her head.“Leo… you’d be better off without me. I’m ruined. You’re not responsible for that, and you shouldn’t have to carry

Her giggles finally died down, and I found myself staring at her—messy curly hair, flushed cheeks, brown eyes glowing even in her drunken haze. The words slipped out before I could stop them. “You are really pretty, Charlotte. You make my world brighter. You said I’m like your guardian angel. I would say you’re like my goddess.” She smiled, sheepishly then hiccuped and pointed a wobbly finger at me. “You are really handsome. You make my world…” she drew the word out dramatically, “…hotter!” Then she dropped her voice, exaggerated and husky. “Uuuuuhhh, sexeeeyyyyy.” I choked on a laugh, shaking my head. “God, Charlotte…” I won't lie, I am enjoying this version of her a little too much. She wiggled her brows up and down and bit her finger seductively. That same finger dragged a slow, teasing line down my chest, sending a silly, unexpected shiver through me. “How old are you anyway?” she asked suddenly, then hiccupped. “Thirty-two,” I answered. No way I’d tell h

She cried loudly taking a moment. My chest ached. I guess it's my turn, now. I filled my lungs, and my shout was not one of pain but of defiance — a truth I needed the universe to hear. “YOU ARE THE STRONGEST PERSON I KNOW. I LOVE YOU! LOVE ME BACK! GIVE ME A CHANCE!” The effect was instantaneous. Her screaming cut off. She turned her head, eyes wide and shimmering with fresh tears, searching my face in the dim light. She cried again, but this time it was a different kind of ache. “She will,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “She will love you, okay? Don’t cry.” A heartbreaking attempt to comfort me, to absolve me of the pain she was drowning in. It’s you, silly, I thought, my heart cracking. It’s always been you. She whirled back to the water. “JUN! EVEN YOU TOO! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME FOR ME! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU CALL ME FAT! YOU ARE ASHAMED OF ME?” she shrieked, her voice breaking with a bitter laugh. “YOU SAID I AM UGLY? WHO CARES? DOES IT MAKE

“Don’t push yourself.” He said softly. “I feel like… so much happened yesterday. And yet I can’t…” I squeezed my eyes shut, frustration bubbling. “I hate that my brain feels so stuffy, yet has nothing to show for it.” “It’ll come back gradually. Don’t worry about it.” Saying “don’t worry about it” only gives me more reason to worry. “Did I… get drunk last night?” He tilted his head with a small smile, the movement exaggerated by the sharpness of to soothe the unease coiling in my stomach. I pulled the silken sheet higher, a flimsy shield. What did I do? Did I embarrass myself? Or worse—disgust him? Seeing my distress, he straightened. “I’ll get you food,” he said softly. I nodded. He turned and left the room, the door clicking shut behind him. Alone, I finally let my eyes sweep the room. It was more like a tech lair than a bedroom. The throne-like chair, the monitors, the dizzying city view from the floor-to-ceiling windows—it was a fortress. Surprisingl

The fog in my head was lifting, replaced by a manageable throb. I was just starting to feel human again when Leo’s phone—distinct and jarringly loud—cut through the penthouse’s calm. Leo, who had been leaning against the kitchen island watching me eat with an amused expression, sighed and pulled the phone from his pocket. He glanced at the screen; his brow furrowed. “Devin,” he answered, his voice shifting into that crisp CEO tone that always sent a little shiver down my spine. “It’s my day off. This better be—” He stopped, listening. A deep groove formed between his brows. “The Tokyo beta? How? Run the diagnostic again.” A pause. He turned slightly away from me, lowering his voice. “No, don’t patch it through. Use the… the emergency protocol. My code. It should bypass the queue.” Another pause as he listened to the speaker on the other end. He rubbed his temple. “I’ve got more important things to attend to. I can't come to the company. Y’all should figure it out,that