All Chapters of The Ex’s Regret: She Returned to Her New Billionaire Husband: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The long dining table in the main hall gleamed under the morning sunlight. The aroma of toasted bread and chicken soup drifted through the room, mingling with the rich scent of freshly brewed black coffee.Liora lowered herself carefully into the center chair, her hands resting on her swollen belly. She drew in a deep breath, trying to calm the shortness that sometimes pressed against her lungs. A servant had already placed a steaming bowl of soup before her, along with bread still releasing thin trails of steam.Xavier sat across from her. His white shirt was crisp, sleeves rolled halfway up, revealing the taut muscles of his arms as he reached for a spoon. But his eyes were not on the food. They were fixed on Liora. That gaze sharp yet filled with worry made her smile faintly.“You’re staring at me again,” Liora said as she stirred her soup.“I’m making sure you actually eat,” Xavier replied flatly.“I am eating, Xavier. Look?” She scooped a little soup, blew on it, and placed it in

“If at that time you were still Noah’s wife, how could you admire another man?” Xavier asked.Liora froze instantly. Her hand shot out for the glass in front of her, though it was already empty. She just needed something to hold onto. Her gaze wavered nervously, but she tried to answer.“It wasn’t love, not even affection. It was nothing more than admiration.”Xavier’s eyes narrowed. Without a word, he rose to his feet, his chair scraping slightly against the floor. His movements were calm, but beneath the composure was jealousy carefully masked with cold restraint.“Hey, don’t be like that. I’ve already explained,” Liora said in a panic.Xavier began walking toward the dining room door, his posture rigid, never looking back.“Xavier!” Liora pushed herself up from her chair. Her swollen belly made her movements awkward, but she hurried after him, waddling with the urgency of a penguin in distress.“Xavier, please, listen to me!” She grabbed at the table for balance, but her steps were

The tears had dried, though Liora’s eyes still shimmered. She rested her head against Xavier’s shoulder, her fingers idly toying with the buttons of his shirt.“How’s Astervale?”Xavier turned slightly. “Astervale?”“Yes. I just want to know how things are with it now.”“The financial reports are in shambles,” Xavier admitted. “But don’t worry. Slowly, it can be restored.”Liora exhaled in relief, but before she could speak, Xavier’s gaze sharpened. “But tell me, Liora. Why only Astervale? What about Wrenford? Aren’t you curious?”“Wrenford?” She shook her head softly. “I don’t need to ask.”“Why not?”“Because I know Wrenford is already in good hands. With you leading, how could I worry? You’re too disciplined to leave the smallest crack open.”One of Xavier’s brows rose. “And Astervale?”“Astervale is different. It’s fragile, broken, full of scars. Like I was, before you came. That’s why I care.”He stared at her, second after second stretching heavy between them. At last he sighed,

In the VIP room.Xavier sat on a cushioned wooden chair right beside the bed. His gaze never left his sleeping wife’s face. From time to time, he stroked Liora’s fingers with his thumb.Behind the calmness on his face, there was a storm he could hardly contain. Liora had nearly lost control because of the contractions. If Max hadn’t been quick, if the doctor hadn’t arrived in time, he dared not imagine the worst.He took a deep breath, his eyes shifting to Liora’s swollen belly. The image of two tiny babies inside filled his thoughts.You both must be strong because your mother has fought too hard.The door was knocked softly. Max entered, his steps careful so as not to make a sound. He carried a small thermos of black coffee, which he placed on the table beside Xavier.“Please drink, Sir. You’ve been forcing your eyes open for too long.”Xavier glanced briefly, then looked back at Liora. “I don’t need coffee. I need her to open her eyes and say she’s all right.”Max let out a quiet s

The black luxury car was already waiting, yet Xavier still hadn’t stepped inside. Max stood beside him, waiting for instructions, but not a single word came out of Xavier’s mouth. The man simply stared blankly at the road ahead.“Sir, what about the meeting Damien held? I can arrange a countermeeting right away. If we don’t act quickly, they’ll only grow bolder,” said Max.Xavier finally turned, his gaze sharp yet calm. “Max.”“Yes, Sir?”“I don’t care.”Max blinked, slightly taken aback by the response. “You don’t care?”Xavier drew a deep breath, his eyes drifting toward the hospital window where Liora was still being treated.“Liora just went through a night that nearly drove me insane. Our twins were almost in danger. Do you think I’d leave her just to respond to a family meeting game?”Max lowered his head. “I’m only worried, Sir. They won’t stop until they get what they want.”“I know. But they can wait. Liora can’t. She needs me right now, not meetings, not power.”Xavier final