The Billionaire She Rejected. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

Riley’s PovHe looked more calm when he came out from the restroom after spending so many minutes in there. His steps were still a bit slow, but his face looked more composed than before, like he had made some kind of decision in his head.When he came out, the doctor was already waiting to see him, standing near the foot of the bed with a tablet in his hand.“Hello doctor,” Michael flatly greeted him and slowly sat down on the bed."Hello Mr Gray."“Please call me Michael."The doctor nodded, and Michael went straight to the point. “I would like to be discharged.”I felt my heart skip at his words, and I immediately looked at the doctor.“Okay, I cannot stop you,” the doctor replied calmly, “but I strongly advise against this. You survived something that should have killed you, and two days is not enough. If you leave now, then you are gambling with your life.”Michael clenched his jaw slightly. “Then when would it be possible?”The doctor briefly glanced at me before returning his

Riley’s PovWe finally left the hospital after all the necessary formalities were completed.When we stepped outside and got into the car, I felt like I could breathe a little easier.As we drove toward the company, my mind drifted back to the past few hectic days we spent at the hospital. Sleepless nights, constant monitoring, endless reminders, and one very stubborn man who refused to listen unless it suited him. I glanced at him from the passenger seat and sighed quietly. Even now, he looked far too composed for someone who had just been discharged.When we arrived at the company, we walked straight through the main entrance. It did not take long before people started noticing. Conversations faded, heads turned, and one by one, recognition dawned on their faces.“Mr. Gray.”“Welcome back.”“Good to see you again.”The greetings came from every direction, followed by soft cheers and relieved smiles. Some people even clapped lightly. Michael responded warmly, nodding, smiling, a

Riley’s POVI woke up to a strange sensation on my body, something warm and slow that pulled me from sleep before my mind could catch up.I was disoriented at first, caught between dreaming and waking, before my eyes flew open.Michael was between my breasts, his lips wrapped around my left nipple, sucking gently while his hand worked the other one with lazy confidence. His eyes were closed, like he was savoring the moment, as if this was exactly where he wanted to be.I sucked in a sharp breath and let my head fall back against the pillow.My body betrayed me immediately. Pregnancy had turned every nerve ending into a live wire, and the way he touched me made everything feel heightened. I told myself to stay quiet, but the ache pooling low in my belly made that impossible.Soon, soft moans slipped out of me without permission as he alternated between biting and sucking, his tongue teasing in a way that made my toes curl. My hands fisted into the sheets, and I shut my eyes again, g

Riley’s POVI sat on the couch with the television on, my favorite channel playing in the background, but my mind was far from it. I stared at the screen without really seeing anything. My thoughts kept drifting back to what had happened earlier, replaying in fragments I did not ask for.The soft click of the door pulled me out of it.I looked up just as Michael stepped inside, bags hanging from both hands.“You are back, welcome,” I said, pushing myself up from the couch.I walked over to him and collected a few of the bags, heading straight for the kitchen. He followed shortly after, disappeared for a moment, then returned with another bag while I was still unpacking the first ones.Before I knew it, he was beside me, opening cupboards and the fridge, arranging items carefully. He placed the heavier things away with ease, reaching higher shelves and bending where I should not.I watched him quietly, my brows knitting together as I took in everything he had brought.It looked lik

Riley’s POVI sat on the sand with my feet stretched out, watching the waves roll in slowly before crashing against the shore. Each one came and went with a calm rhythm that should have soothed me, but my mind refused to stay quiet.My thoughts kept circling the innovation challenge, where only one agency would be selected and launched onto the global stage.It was not just any competition. It was one that could push my organization beyond borders. The idea of it both excited and scared me. I wanted my organization to stand tall, to be recognized globally, just like Gray’s. Not as his wife’s project, but as something I built with my own hands.This competition felt like a doorway to something bigger.I knew it would not be easy, and failure was a real possibility. Still, something in me wanted to try. I owed myself that much.The breeze picked up suddenly, sweeping my hair into my face and cutting through my thoughts. Strands brushed against my lips and eyes, tickling my skin