All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

Back in the room.Angel immediately said she wanted to take a bath, that her body was itchy.He showed her the bathroom."Not too large, but it's neat and comfy," he said."Thank you, Mr. Uncle!" Angel said and entered the bathroom."I should get going now. Please, when you are ready to leave the house, keep the key under the foot mat outside the door," he informed me."Is it safe?" I asked."Well, I have nothing for them to steal," he replied."Mommy, I am hungry," Angel suddenly said from the bathroom.I hear the shower running."I can buy something. Going out to eat can be risky because of paparazzi," he said.I nodded in agreement."You're right. So, please, I will give you some money to help me buy some for her. You can take my car to make it faster."I picked up my clutch and dipped my hands into it."Taking your car is risky. Also, I told you earlier I don't need your money. The other one you gave me is there, wasted. Will you keep wasting money when you are supposed to save it

“It’s silly to ask if you know nothing about genetics while wearing a uniform like that,” I said as I towel-dried Angel’s hair. “So I’ll assume you intentionally wanted to get on my bad side. How sad. I thought we were going to get along very well.” Lina scoffed harshly. “Sad for you, not me, honey. I won’t be clueless enough to see you—a single mother, topless—in my boyfriend’s apartment and make friends with you. I’m smarter than that.” I nodded slowly, meeting her gaze. “Of course you are.” I kept my tone level, mindful of Angel’s wide, watching eyes. “My daughter is present, so I won’t exchange more words with you. But cease calling me a single mother. I am not. I am married and still with my husband.” “Really?” Lina’s voice dripped with sarcastic doubt. “Does your husband know you’re here? What are you doing in another man’s room?” A raw frustration heated my chest, but I smothered it. Now I see why Angel doesn’t like her.I explained myself, yet she is like this?She i

The silence that followed after she was dragged out was thick and ringing, a physical weight in the small room. I stood frozen, my fingers still curled protectively around Angel’s small hand. My heart was pounding—a frantic, unsteady rhythm against my ribs—for no reason I could name, other than the sheer, destabilizing shock of the last few minutes. John exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face as if trying to wipe away the entire confrontation. “I’m sorry,” he said at last, his voice scraped raw. “She shouldn’t have said any of that. To you. Or to your child.” I swallowed, my throat tight. “It’s fine,” I replied automatically, too quickly, even though it wasn’t. My chest still burned with a humiliated ache. “We were already leaving.” He looked at me then—really looked—and his brow furrowed with concern. “You’re shaking.” I tightened my grip on Angel’s hand without realizing it. “I’m not,” I lied, my voice barely a whisper. Angel tilted her head up at me. “Mommy, your

He continued. “You want her childhood to be memories of her mother passing out from lack of nutrients? From low blood sugar?” he asked, the question so quiet it was almost gentle, and all the more devastating for it. A terrible silence stretched. Angel’s small fingers curled tighter around her spoon. She was listening, understanding more than she should. I was hurt by that reaction. What am I doing? “Let’s stop talking about this in her presence, please,” I whispered, feeling the hot, treacherous press of tears behind my eyes. A deeper, older fear rose up, choking me. “I am not like my mother. I won’t… I won’t traumatize my baby.” “Mommy?” Angel sobbed. Suddenly, a large, warm palm cupped my cheek. His thumb brushed away a tear that had escaped before I could stop it. The touch was startling in its tenderness. I jerked my head away, blinking rapidly. “Don't touch me like that.” “I apologize,” he replied slowly. “Mommy?” Angel sobbed. I wiped my tears off and turned to

"Sorry, what did I do wrong?" I glanced at Angel, whose smile had disappeared after hearing that from him. He covered his palms with his two hands and then laughed. "I am fine… I am perfectly fine, Charlotte." "Oh… okay… if you say so," I replied. Charlotte, huh? He had never called me by that name before, and hearing it from him sounded so much like Leo. What am I thinking?! As I was lost in thought, again I saw a hand stretched toward me—this time with a napkin. The sides of my mouth were dapper clean. I allowed him. I won’t know why I did. But I was relieved he wasn’t angry at me. Like it mattered. I mean, who cares if he was mad? Don’t tell me I’m starting to develop a bond with this stranger? "Mr. Uncle, clean mine too," Angel requested. "Alright, alright." He chuckled and helped her clean. I stared at his face longer than I was supposed to. "Your beard is too much. It’s unhealthy when you eat. You should get a haircut and shave it off. I can’t even see your face