Semua Bab Apologies, Mr Playboy. I’m Pregnant.: Bab 41 - Bab 50

"You need to get her out of there. Now!" Pierce's voice rang sharp across the quiet room. He stood in front of the General, fists clenched by his sides.General Landon sat behind his desk, calm as usual, eyes watching his son with faint amusement. He was already aware of the situation, of course. The news was spreading like wildfire. Camille Owens—the girl accused of killing her own father—now mysteriously recovering in one of Ventria's finest hospitals, under the supposed protection of the General.People were demanding an explanation, but he was the General—he doesn't explain himself to anybody."You speak to me with respect," he said calmly, his eyes staring with the intensity of someone who had faced wars. To him, this was child's play.Pierce swallowed, his nails digging into his palms. His father knew he'd rather die than speak to him with respect. But this was about Camille—he couldn't let anything happen to her. If showing a little respect would protect her, then so be it.He

Pierce Landon walked into HEX Club with one person on his mind, his eyes bloodshot. He didn't care who was watching or that the club was packed. He was here to get revenge—and only that would calm the raging storm inside him.His black coat billowed behind him as he stormed through the entrance. The bass of the music thudded through the walls, but it couldn't drown out the storm building in his chest.He walked past the dancers, past the security, past the women whispering his name, past the staff who knew better than to make eye contact when his jaw was clenched like that. His fists were already balled. His eyes—sharp like broken glass.Timothy was quick to spot Pierce as he attended to customers. He knew the look on Pierce's face. It was a look he was familiar with. And for that reason, he rushed to meet him."You didn't tell me you were coming—"Timothy didn't get to complete his words. Pierce's fist collided with his face so hard that the sound rose above the music. Gasps filled t

Time: 11:30 p.m.Location: The General's Office"I still think you're being too hard on them," Mr. Kensington said, his voice light but edged with the kind of honesty only old friends could afford. He sat across from General Landon, a half-smile on his face, swirling his drink idly."If I wasn't hard on them, it would take a lifetime for anything to change between them," General Landon replied, leaning back in his chair, one hand resting on his glass, the other casually tapping against the polished wood of his desk.Kensington chuckled. "Still. Even if I don't agree with your methods, I saw it myself at the gala. The both of them? Meant for each other."The General's lips tugged into a smirk, a quiet gleam dancing in his eyes. "I knew the moment I saw her. The way she walked in—fierce and bold, ready to take me on." He chuckled. "She's a lot stronger than she thinks. Wasn't afraid to meet his eyes or to challenge him. I knew if anyone could reach that boy of mine, it'd be her.""And s

Camille sat cross-legged in front of her son, balancing a bowl of warm porridge between her hands as she cooled it with gentle blows."Come on, just one more spoon," she whispered softly.Elian, her five-year-old bundle of cuteness—who Camille could swear got more stubborn as he got older—scrunched his nose and pushed the bowl slightly away. "It's too soft."Camille raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smile. "Soft is good. Your teeth are still growing, remember?""But it's not crunchy. I want toast," he murmured, resting his chin on his little palm."I will make toast tomorrow. Just finish this today, please." She scooped another spoonful and blew over it again. "You'll need the strength. Teacher Flora's coming soon."That got a reaction.Elian groaned and dropped his spoon dramatically. "I don't want to do studying. I already know everything. She said I'm very smart last time.""You are smart," Camille said gently, wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin. "But Grandpa was kind enou

The living room of Camille's two-bedroom apartment was quiet and tense. Camille sat at the edge of the small sofa, her hands folded in her lap, her back painfully straight. Pierce sat beside her, elbows resting on his knees, as they were under the scrutiny of Elian.He sat across from them on a soft stool, his legs crossed and his little arms folded across his chest. He looked between the two adults like he was solving a mystery, and his eyes narrowed in suspicion.His lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at Pierce, long and hard, taking note of his ember eyes—the same eye color as his."Why did you say... you're my father?" he asked, his eyes narrowed on Pierce.Pierce opened his mouth, but no words came out at first. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned forward a little more. "Because I am," he said, voice calm.Elian's brows furrowed deeper. His head tilted slightly, then he turned to Camille."Mummy?"She felt her throat tighten. Her fingers clenched tighter in her lap.