All Chapters of The Ruthless Bachelor's Son[ENGLISH]: Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

Winona’s POVAs the night deepened, the air on Maximus’s penthouse terrace grew colder. The chill seeped into my bones, and without realizing it, I wrapped my arms around myself. I wondered why I had even thought of wearing a backless, below-the-knee dress tonight.I flinched when something warm brushed my shoulders—a jacket. Looking up, I met Maximus’s serious face, his gaze steady and unwavering as it settled on me.We were already on dessert, yet neither of us had dared to start a conversation. My tongue felt tied, though before I came here, I had so many things I wanted to tell him.“T-Thank you,” I murmured softly.He didn’t respond. Instead, he returned to his chair and sipped from the glass of rum the server had just refilled. I had lost count of how many he’d had, but the flush on his face was undeniable—proof that the liquor was catching up to him.I kept my gelato untouched, more focused on the man across from me. I wanted to speak, to break the silence, but the words refuse

Winona’s POVDays had passed since my conversation with Maximus in his penthouse, yet his words lingered in my mind. I was still weighing the decisions I had to make.I was at the hotel now, on my break, walking toward the housekeeping department to meet Marti so we could have lunch together.As I walked, I noticed the stares of the other employees—curious, almost meaningful. They whispered among themselves, and I couldn’t tell if it was me they were talking about. Whenever I caught someone’s eye, they’d quickly look away or leave in a hurry.I tried to shrug it off, convincing myself I was just overthinking. They didn’t even know me, and I didn’t know them.When I arrived at the housekeeping department, Marti was just stepping out with her lunchbox. I smiled immediately when I saw her.“I’m starving. Good thing our breaks lined up,” I said, looping my arm through hers. But she didn’t smile back. Her face was serious, and she stayed quiet.“Is something wrong?” I asked as we headed to

Winona’s POV.The moment I stepped inside the apartment, I was greeted by thick smoke. I immediately started coughing at the suffocating stench as I hurried into the living room.“Ma…!” I called out, but froze in shock at the sight before me. Mason was sitting on the floor watching TV, while Francisco lounged on the sofa, puffing on marijuana. My mother was leaning comfortably against his shoulder, scrolling on her phone.“For God’s sake, Ma! How can you let Mason inhale all this smoke?” I screamed hysterically as I scooped my son into my arms. In a fit of rage, I kicked the center table where Francisco’s beer and other things were scattered.They both jumped to their feet in surprise.“It’s not like your kid is the one smoking! What the hell are you yelling about?” my mother snapped back.Tears welled in my eyes, the pain and anger crashing down on me all at once.“And why are you home so early? Weren’t you supposed to be out until later?” she deflected as they scrambled to gather th