All Chapters of Come Back To Me: Billionaire’s Regret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Connor POV:Shirley's eyes were wide with terror, her chest heaving as she stared at me for several seconds before recognition flickered across her face.We stood facing each other in the drizzle.The streetlight cast a faint glow between us.For a long time, neither of us spoke.Then, finally, she whispered, "Thank you," and turned to leave.I caught her wrist, my voice breaking sharper than I meant it to."Are you out of your damn mind? You could've died—for a bag?""What if he'd had a knife?"Pain surged up my chest, choking me.When we broke up, I'd given her enough money to live comfortably.So why the hell was she driving that wreck of a car, living in a place like this, risking her life for a bag?Her face was pale, still shaken.After a moment, she rasped, "My phone… there's important data on it.""A tiny studio like yours—how important could it possibly be?!"She clutched the bag to her chest like it was her lifeline, like even death couldn't pry it from her hands.I couldn't

Shirley POV:Cold wind bit through my clothes. The pain kept stacking like layers of ice.Their fists and boots never stopped, and my eight-month baby pressed down, stretching my pelvis with brutal insistence.A sharp, searing pain shot through me, like fire crawling along every nerve ending.My muscles clenched uncontrollably, each breath a jagged, stabbing edge.Warm, wet pressure spread inside me, followed by a ripping, tearing agony that made my stomach lurch and my legs buckle.I bit down on my lip so hard it split, and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.My body shook, slick with sweat, as if every fiber was screaming in protest, and the icy wind against my skin did nothing to numb the torment. "No, baby, not yet—" I sobbed, pleading into the cold. "Stay with me a little longer. Not now, not yet…"My heart felt ripped in two. Breath came jagged.For a moment I thought I'd stop altogether. I forced myself awake, groping for that thin thread of consciousness. "Don't fal

Connor POV：Our lips fused, breaths tangled like smoke.Heat built between us until it scorched."Baby," my voice cracked, unsteady, "these three years... did you miss me?"She squeezed her eyes shut, surrendering to the kiss. I caught the glint of tears soaking her long lashes.Love and regret twisted inside me.I kissed her deeper, murmuring against her mouth, "Baby, I'm sorry.""Let me make it up to you. Okay?"She nodded, eyes fluttering open to meet mine. A single tear traced down her cheek.God, that tear—it burned straight through my chest.I kissed it away, pulling her flush against me.Her heartbeat thundering against my ribs.This was my girl.The one who'd slipped through my fingers and somehow found her way back.My lost treasure, reclaimed.I'd never let her hurt again. Never let her go.My mouth trailed lower, brushing the swell of her breast, then dipping to the soft plane of her stomach.She was much thinner than beforeAnd the skin on her lower belly wasn't as smooth a

Shirley POV:How ironic.I'd become the kind of woman I used to despise—Connor's contractual bedmate.The contract was humiliating, but not without purpose. At least I could help Josh.At least I could survive without scraping for rent. And moreover, I could find a way to make Vanessa pay for what she did.Connor turned my shoulder, then buried his face in my hair, inhaling. "Stay here," he murmured. "Otherwise, I'll lose sleep again.""But I will," I cut in, sharper than I meant to.He froze, studying me for a long moment. Then his thumb brushed my jaw, a low, amused smile tugging at his lips. "All right," he said. "I have enough patience."He led me downstairs to a guest room. "You can stay here for now," he said, lingering in the doorway. "But the master bedroom is always open to you."Before leaving, he pulled me into a tight embrace, reluctant to let go. "I hope you'll come back to me soon," he whispered against my hair.His bare chest was warm, his voice rumbling through me

Shirley POVBack when Connor and I were together, I loved chocolate.We had entire rituals built around it.He would feed me a piece from his mouth, or bite into it first and then lean in to kiss me.Sometimes we’d smear chocolate on each other’s bodies, slow and teasing, our tongues chasing the sweetness off skin.The flick of his tongue on my nipple used to pull shameless sounds from my throat.And I’d get my revenge by spreading chocolate over his abs… even over his hard, impatient dick, taking my time despite the way his breath grew ragged.But that was before.Before we fell apart.After the breakup, I never bought chocolate again.I even started hating the taste of it.It felt like… a scar on my heart I couldn’t touch.But Connor would never know that.He only remembered the girl who used to melt for him, and he kept trying to freeze her in time.And sending chocolate to my workplace?Did he want Josh to know I’d once been his to claim?The thought alone filled me with a deep, u