All Chapters of The Ruthless Bachelor's Son[ENGLISH]: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Winona’s POV.I don’t know how long I was staring at them. All I know is I can’t take my eyes off them. God knows how I long for this moment to happen. Seeing them cuddling under the blanket made my heart melt.I turned my back on them and went to the kitchen to make some coffee—and to hide the tears that’s about to fall off my eyes. I don’t care if he’s poor or rich. I just want him beside our son to watch him grow up.I almost spilled my coffee when I heard him speak behind me. “He’s already asleep,” he said.He’s standing on the entrance of the kitchen, leaning while crossing his arms across his chest. His only wearing his white long sleeve tucked above his elbow. He seemed a little flashed, maybe because of the poor ventilation in our house. We don’t have aircon and our space is small compared to his mansion.“A-Alright,” I replied briefly and hold the cup with both of my hands. I was waiting for him to speak again but he just stared at me. I felt conscious with how I look. I was

Winona’s POVI had no idea what went through the hotel manager’s mind when he sent me to Maximus Wallace’s company.I lifted my gaze to the towering building of Wallace Empire Corporation, hesitating between stepping forward or turning back. The manager hadn’t been clear—he didn’t even explain why I needed to be here.Taking a deep breath, I glanced down at my knee-length skirt, then at the fitted pink blouse hugging my frame. At least I looked presentable today, I thought with relief.Despite my doubts, I forced my steps toward the entrance. It was my first time inside, and I felt almost unworthy to set foot on the gleaming marble floor. My lips parted in awe as I took everything in. The place radiated wealth, power, and prestige. Crystal chandeliers sparkled like diamonds, catching the sunlight that streamed through the glass walls.The clicking of my heels only amplified the pounding in my chest as I approached the front desk, where a man and woman stood assisting guests. Above the

Winona’s POVMy shift at the hotel finally ended, and I headed straight home to the apartment. On the bus ride, I kept rehearsing what I would tell Mason. Just this morning, he was beaming with joy after meeting his father for the first time. But tonight, I would have to explain that he might never see his father again.The very thought of it felt like a knife stabbing me over and over. I don’t want to see my son cry.My phone had been ringing for a while, but I ignored it. Maximus’ name flashed on the screen.“Miss, if you’re not planning to answer, could you turn it off? It’s disturbing,” the elderly woman beside me muttered.“I-I’m sorry,” I said quickly, fumbling to switch it off before leaning against the cold window glass. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to drown out the turmoil inside me.I couldn’t understand what I was feeling. Part of me regretted ever letting him into our lives. And yet, why did it feel like such a waste? Why did it hurt this much?Every time I recalled Maso

Maximus’ POV.“Paulo, take a turn and bring me home,” I ordered my driver after ending Winona’s call. I could still hear the panic laced in her voice, and I couldn’t help but wonder.It felt like she was hiding a problem I knew nothing about. Instead of overthinking, I decided to call Brent again. He picked up within seconds.“Hey,” he greeted casually.“Was there any problem at Winona’s house earlier when you went there?” I asked seriously.“I don’t think so. I just met her mother, that’s all,” he replied.“How is her mother? What’s your impression of her character—never mind. I’ll just have Arlo run a background check on her.”“Wait, Max—”“What?” I asked, my brows drawing together.“I don’t think Winona would appreciate you investigating her mother. Maybe you should just take it easy. Get to know them personally. That way, Win might warm up to you again,” he suggested.“A-Alright,” I muttered before ending the call. He had a point. Still, I didn’t like the way he said her name. Was

Winona’s POVI felt frozen in place inside the elevator. Maximus and I were locked in a stare, neither of us willing to look away. Yet even while my eyes were on him, I couldn’t ignore the beautiful woman at the edge of my vision—the same woman I had caught him holding as though he were helping her.I knew who she was. Who wouldn’t recognize the famous fashion designer, Vivienne Durand? She was every woman’s inspiration.I swallowed hard, trying to calm the thundering in my chest. “I-I think this isn’t the right time. M-Maybe I’ll just come back another day…” I forced a smile, though it never reached my eyes.And why not? I was nothing compared to Vivienne. She had built her empire with her own hands, while I had yet to prove anything in my life.“N-No, don’t leave. S-She was just on her way out,” Maximus interjected, glancing at the woman.“Y-Yes, I was just leaving. Maximus and I are done with our business…” Her lips curved into a mocking smile. I couldn’t meet her eyes as she stepp