All Chapters of FALLING FOR HIS DADDY: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

They lay in bed beside each other, hands entwined, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Silence pressed between us like a third presence. Ever since we came back upstairs from the chaos that had unfolded below, Aldrich had been unusually quiet. I had asked him countless times what was wrong, but his answer had been the same every single time—“Nothing.”But who was he trying to fool? I knew him too well to fall for that lie.Darkness crept into the room, swallowing the light inch by inch, and the air grew heavier with tension. Something was bothering him, something he was not ready to share. That cognition alone pained me more than his silence.Sleep was nowhere near me. The emptiness in the room gnawed at my chest until I could no longer bear it. I decided to get up and clear my head in the washroom. Gently, I slipped my hand from his and rolled off the bed.He startled like a man waking from a deep, restless dream the minute he sensed my shift. “Are you alright? Do you need anything? I will g

I snuggled closer, savoring the warmth of Aldrich's embrace. His arm lay across my waist, heavy yet comforting, his slow breathing brushing against the back of my neck. I could feel his heartbeat. It was very steady, strong, and grounding. His skin was still warm from everything that had happened earlier. His scent, oh, that faint trace of soap, musk, and something purely him, clung to my body and the sheets.His eyes were closed, but even in sleep, his hold around me tightened. He was completely lost to the world. He seemed so peaceful. For a second, I envied that peace. He had earned it, though, after what we had done, after the emotions we had unleashed. If I hadn't woken up thirsty, I would still be asleep too. My body ached deliciously, but it was my throat that begged for relief. It felt as though I had swallowed sand.I turned slightly, looking toward the bedside table. The bottle of water Aldrich had brought earlier was empty, lying on its side. We had finished it long before

A very warm kiss startled me awake, and I peeled my eyes open slowly, adjusting to the morning light pouring through the curtains.“Good morning, beautiful,” Aldrich greeted softly, looking down at me with that lazy, boyish smile that always melted my heart.He looked so fresh, so alive, as if he were daring the day to bring its chaos and promising to face it head-on. His shirt clung loosely to his chest, and his hair was slightly tousled, giving him an effortlessly handsome appearance. This man needed no effort whatsoever to look neat and handsome. Even if he wore rugs, he would still look like a beauty god: sharp, neat, and handsome.I stretched my body, shaking sleep from my system. “Good morning, love,” I replied, though my voice was still thick with sleep. A smile tugged at my lips, but it didn’t quite form.I had slept like a child in his arms after the chaos of the previous night, after that fight with his son. Despite all the chaos and storms, I still felt safe with him. But a

When I finally opened my eyes, I found myself surrounded by a small crowd. The air felt too thick, too heavy, as if it were pressing down on my lungs. I wasn't sure how long I had been out, but I silently cursed that fragile part of me-the one that gave in at the slightest touch of stress.The dizziness still weighed on me. My head spun in slow, nauseating circles, like I was trapped inside a carousel I couldn't step off. I forced myself to focus, to ground my thoughts, and that's when I saw the people standing around the room.And the very first pair of eyes I locked onto were hers. That acold pair. That pair that threatened even the air I was breathing.The woman who had claimed so boldly that she was Aldrich's wife.Before I fainted, the tension she brought into the room was so sharp it could have sliced through bone. And now, staring back at me with those cold, unforgiving eyes, I knew she hadn't been bluffing. It was indeed her. Aldrich's wife. Vincent's mother.Her words still t

“I don’t mean to worry you, Dr. and Miss Monroe,” the doctor spoke with a neutral tone that paused no alarm. “There is a high risk of losing the child if you don’t manage the stress.”God forbid! No weapon formed against me and my child was going to prosper. My child was fine. My child would survive and be born alive and healthy.I closed my eyes and started murmuring prayers in objection to the doctor's words. I cursed him and everyone who thought my baby wasn’t going to survive.Aldrich’s arms were around my shoulders, trying to calm the fears building within me. I took in a deep breath, reminding myself that I need no stress. I needed peace. Something that sounded like a very distant cry. However, I needed to find a way to ensure I was at peace for the sake of my child.“I said this, and I will say it again,” the doctor said again, calmly. “The shooting incident posed so many risks. I advised total rest and zero stress. But the result shows constant stress. You both are doctors, so