BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 681 - 챕터 690

“That was beautiful,” Leo whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my temple. I chuckled quietly, still glowing from the moment. “Thanks for the answer, Charlotte,” the host said softly, almost reverently. “Leo… your turn.” Leo reached into the bowl without hesitation. He pulled out a blue card, scanned it silently—and his jaw tightened, just enough for me to notice. A flicker of worry twisted in my chest. This won't be good. Then he read aloud, his voice eerily calm. “To Mystery Voice: She is older than you and will hit menopause while you’re still in your prime. Don’t you want kids of your own? Don’t you want a younger and more fertile woman? Don't be a simp, man. I know being wth such someone that looks like her is your humiliation ritual......" He stopped abruptly. The audience gasp. Someone booed low in the back. Leo set the card down and went still for a second. That dangerous quiet I’d come to recognize settled over him like a storm cloud. Then looked

I shook my head.Then I reached up and cupped his cheek.“No,” I said gently. “It’s not immature at all. I don’t know about anyone watching, but for me… it made me fall in love with you all over again.”That finally earned the smallest smile from him.I kissed him.Soon we were called back to the stage.As we settled into our seats, the host faced the camera, regaining his showman’s energy.“Alright! Shall we continue?” he said brightly. “Charlotte, please pick the next question.”I picked a yellow one this time, silently praying it wouldn’t be as rude as the humiliation guy’s.I unfolded the card and read:“Charlotte, my name is Jessica. I’m a huge fan of yours, by the way. Mystery Voice seems so intoxicated with you, and I love to see it. He is a nice guy and treats you so well. As a sister I am so rooting for you two. But my question is—how does he deal with jealousy when you act in love scenes with your male colleagues? Does he complain, and do you ever reject roles for his sake?

Leo grinned mischievously. “Oh, I'm absolutely answering that.” I am also curious to know since I had no idea how much that cost. He turned to the audience, holding up the card. “First of all, to the man who wrote this question—congratulations. Your girlfriend is lucky for having such an intentional boyfriend. Seriously. That's a good man right there.” A few people in the audience clapped in agreement. Leo glanced at the card again, then back at the crowd. “Now… about the budget.” He paused dramatically. The audience leaned in. I held my breath. “I'm not going to disclose the full budget,” he said simply. A collective disappointed “aww” rose from the crowd. Leo held up a hand, smiling. “I'm sorry… I'm sorry. But I can give you a little bit of information.” He turned to me briefly, his eyes warm. “The gown she wore that day?” He looked back at the audience. “....Fifty.” "Fifty thousand?" The host asked. Leo shook his head and looked at me. I raised a brow. Don't te

Leo grabbed the keys, skipping the food without a second thought. We hurried into the car, and he peeled out, speeding like he was fleeing the scene of a crime. I glanced at my phone screen and winced. “We’re never going to make it. The recital starts in thirty minutes, and we’re still twenty minutes away.” His jaw tightened, eyes locked on the road with fierce determination. “We’re going to make it. Don’t worry.” “How? Are you going to part traffic like Moses?” I asked, half-amused by his intensity. He shot me a sideways glance, a wild glint sparking in his eye. “You know I could call the National Guard to clear the streets.” “Please don’t call the National Guard,” I laughed, shaking my head. “Alright, since you asked so nicely… I’ll just honk.” He leaned hard on the horn at the car in front of us. It edged forward a few inches. “See? Progress.” I smiled back at him despite the knot in my stomach. A few minutes later, he took a sharp turn toward the main route to Angel

Angel looked back at us again...to make sure we are still there.I blew kisses at her.Leo waved her cut out again.Her greyish eyes sparkled and her ears slowly turning the same soft pink her dad’s always did when he was overwhelmed with happiness. In all her seven years, I’d never seen her blush quite like that. It was so beautiful I couldn’t resist—I quickly pulled out my phone and snapped a picture, capturing the exact moment her nerves melted into pure, radiant joy. Soon her coach appeared with her partner, and Angel stepped confidently onto the stage. The auditorium fell silent. The lights dimmed, then brightened softly. The music began with such a mesmerizing melody of the swan princess. I held my breath. As a child I’d adored ballet dancers, watching them on TV like they were magical creatures. But seeing my own daughter up there… it felt like stepping into a fantasy dream made real. Her body moved with impossible grace: arms arched perfectly, legs extending in clea