บททั้งหมดของ The Night Before I Knew Him: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

June"What do you mean you’re pregnant — and the father is Tobias?" I blink hard, sure I misheard her. My eyes go wide as I grab Leila’s wrist and pull her closer. "You’re joking, right? This is some kind of prank? Where’s Kayla? Is she filming this?"Leila shakes her head, her expression drained. "No prank." She bends down, drops the trash bag she was holding, and slowly walks over to the couch.I trail after her, heart racing."It was… a one-night thing," she says quietly, biting her nail. "We were drinking, talking — and then, it just… happened."I sit beside her, gripping her cold hands. "Oh my God. Is that why you asked me if I was dating Tobias? Leila, we are—""Forget that," she cuts in quickly, voice trembling. "I was being stupid. After that night, we hung out for a while. He… he asked me out."I blink, confused. "And you said yes?"She shakes her head. "No. I said no. I didn’t know if I loved him enough to start something serious. My life’s already a mess as it is."I study

~Hermes~I watch Gavin shrug like it’s nothing. "Well, it’s no big deal. She was there for work, I guess."I frown, the crease between my brows deepening. "I don’t understand, Gavin. Why didn’t you tell me this?"Gavin scoffs, a corner of his mouth twitching. "Why didn’t you tell me you had another plan with fixing your father’s issues?"I groan, dragging my hands over my face, wishing I could just stop talking. I can’t tell him. I cannot tell him that my father has woken up, that the decision was made by him and that I’ve been carrying it alone."See," Gavin continues, standing to pour us both coffee, "I got to know when she called me asking for legal advice."Curiosity spikes, sharp and unwelcome. "On what? Did she hit anyone? Kill anyone?"Gavin freezes, then laughs nervously, raising his hands. "Woah… woah… slow down. No. She didn’t do anything of that nature, okay? Just… some legal stuff about starting a business. God, Hermes, what’s wrong with you?" He hands me the cup of coffee

>*GRANDE ESTATE*After the maids serve dinner, I sit across from Hermes and watch him cut his steak in silence. He doesn’t look at me, doesn’t speak — just moves the knife and fork with that same calm precision he’s always had.I can’t tell if he remembers anything. The way he sits there, so composed, it’s impossible to know what’s behind those cold brooding eyes. Does he remember this morning? Does he remember her?I pray he hasn’t told June about his condition. That would ruin everything."Is the steak good?" I ask, forcing warmth into my voice, my lips curving into something that feels like a smile but isn’t.He nods once, then — to my surprise — slides his own plate across to me, taking mine in exchange.My hand freezes halfway to my fork. He’s never done that before. Not even when we were still… something.For a fleeting second, I wonder if he thinks I’m her. Maybe he’s confusing faces now, or maybe this is how short-term memory lapses work. I make a mental note to stu

~Hermes~I step outside, letting the night air wash over me, and finally exhale.Just minutes ago, I almost pushed Natalya off my lap when she had the audacity to sit there, smiling like she owned every inch of me. I still can’t believe how close I came to losing control — and exposing everything.I pull out my phone, hands steady despite the adrenaline, and save the recording I made of our conversation at the dining table. This is my life now — capturing the crucial moments before they vanish from my mind again.I can’t believe how close I came to the truth slipping away in seconds. I almost forgot everything — the part that could unravel Natalya’s involvement with my father's scandal.I glance at the house behind me, its windows dark except for the faint glow from the living room.I have to stay careful, because every move I make now matters. If Natalya senses even a fraction of what I know… she’ll tighten her grip on June.So I keep the act. Forgetting, stumbling, and feigning i

JuneAnd just like that, we’re in front of the Grande Estate.The team Natalya demanded I bring practically melt the second they step out of the car."Oh my God, is this real?""It looks like a damn palace.""Who lives like this?!"Their voices clash in the air, bright, bubbly, excited.I hear every word, but none of it actually reaches me, because my head is somewhere else entirely.I’m still wondering how I’m supposed to tell Hermes that I might be pregnant.I haven't even taken the test because I’m too scared to confirm what my body keeps whispering, and the nausea hasn’t stopped. If anything, it’s getting worse."Miss June?"A hand touches my arm— Freda'sShe gives me a small smile. "Shouldn't we go in?"I force one back, though it feels like it cracks my face."Yeah. Let’s go."I gesture for them to follow me.We step inside, and the difference hits me instantly. Everything is… sharper, warmer.The house feels tense—like the whole house is holding its breath.A line of maids gree