All Chapters of You Beg for Another Chance, but I've Moved On: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The moment William saw Camila’s name flash on his phone screen, he snapped back to reality. Everything was a mess. His shirt was undone, half-soaked. His body still carried the heat of a woman's kiss, and his breathing hadn’t quite returned to normal. His body had reacted. Yeah, he’d responded to Grace. But... wasn’t he supposed to not love her? No, this was just physical. He was a man, and Grace… was temptation personified. Pushing away every other thought, he answered the call. Guilt always crept in whenever Camila was involved. And the more guilty he felt, the stronger his urge to protect her became. His voice softened instinctively. “Camila?” On the other end, loud metallic music blared in the background. Camila’s voice followed, light and playful. “William, I’m at a bar right now.” “Don’t drink alcohol. Tell your assistant to get you milk.” “Okay, okay... My assistant always listens to you anyway. William, come here. Hang out with me, please? I’ll wait.” William turned

When Camila leaned in to kiss William, he turned his face away. That image—Grace’s soft, elegant face—flashed again in his mind. He’d just kissed her. Her lips were so soft, the faint scent of her still lingering in his memory. Camila’s kiss landed off target. She pulled back, clearly annoyed. “Why do you keep avoiding me?” she said, eyes full of boredom. William had no answer. Camila was the woman he loved. Normally, two people in love kiss each other. And he didn’t love Grace. But he’d just kissed her. The feeling of that kiss was still imprinted on his body. And as a man obsessed with order, William felt disgusted at the idea of moving from one woman’s touch to another’s in a matter of minutes. It made him sick. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. His secretary’s voice came from outside. “Sir, the antidote has arrived.” Antidote? Camila froze. She knew exactly what kind of drug she had taken. She’d swallowed an aphrodisiac just to push William into doing what she wa

“What?” Camila and Melanie’s faces changed instantly. Grace looked at Camila with fake surprise. “Wait, you didn’t know?” she asked. “Or are you pretending you didn’t? Then again, a sneaky woman like you would definitely be good at acting.” “Grace, are you accusing them?” William asked, then turned to Melanie. “Did you really do that to Grace?” “She’s lying!” Melanie pointed at Grace, panicking. “They’re both my daughters. I’d never do anything like that to her!” Grace let out a cold laugh. “Forget it. It’s none of your business anyway,” she said to William, who was now staring at Camila suspiciously. “You’re just saying that because you’re jealous, aren’t you? Because William chose me over you. That’s why you’re trying to smear us!” Grace laughed again. “Oh? Don’t tell me William didn’t mention that he kissed me last night?” she said, pretending to think, as if reliving the moment. William narrowed his eyes slightly. “Last night, he kissed me... Rough, like he was starving fo

William rubbed the bridge of his nose. He’d completely forgotten. Theo was back in San Francisco. The Donovan and Montgomery families had always been two of the most influential in the city. Their bond went back generations, and William and Theo had practically grown up as brothers. His return tonight was the talk of the town. That’s why Camila, Riley, and Jade were at the bar, throwing a welcome party for him. Jade’s cheerful voice came through his phone. “Come on, Will! Get over here, now!” Jade had always been into Theo. Ever since they were kids, her biggest dream was to marry him. Too bad Theo was notorious for his impossible standards. Very few women ever caught his eye. “I’m on my way,” William replied flatly. He stood up. But deep down, one question kept circling in his head—what business was it of his if Grace was seeing another guy? Why the hell did it piss him off? Grace was just some small-town girl who came to the city. What else could she possibly offer beside

“There she is!” Theo spotted her instantly. Camila, on the other hand, stared in disbelief. Grace? Dancing? In the middle of the crowd at Bar Lumière? Under the vibrant lights, her body moved effortlessly beside Clara, flowing with the music like it came naturally. Grace wasn’t even trying, but every move was fluid, deliberate, and stunning. Even Camila—widely known as the best ballerina around—had to admit it, silently. Grace danced better than her. More seductive. More dangerous. Unbelievable. The men in the bar couldn’t look away. Whistles and cheers erupted from every corner. Their eyes said it all. Camila clenched her fists. A burning rage bubbled in her chest. That girl? That country girl? Who the hell did she think she was, stealing the spotlight like that? Why did it always have to be Grace? Then, Camila felt it—an absence. William’s arm was no longer around her waist. He’d stepped forward. His eyes, once locked on her, were now frozen on Grace. Unblinking. Camil