All Chapters of One Night with My Brother-in-Law: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“So, you came,” Jefran said as he stood up from his seat upon seeing Jeslyn enter the restaurant’s private room.“Have a seat,” he offered politely, his demeanor calm and composed—so much so that it startled Jeslyn. Just yesterday, he had exploded in anger, shouting at her like a man betrayed. But today… it was as if none of it had ever happened.“I can seat myself,” Jeslyn declined as he pulled out a chair for her.“It’s fine. I’m used to doing this for you, remember?” he said gently.Not wanting to argue, Jeslyn finally sat down across from him.“I ordered steak for you—medium rare, just the way you like it—and the best wine they have here,” Jefran said with a calm smile.Jeslyn stared at him for a few seconds, her gaze sharp and filled with unspoken questions. His face was composed, his voice soft. But inside, she was churning. This man—just days ago, he had accused her, screamed at her like she was the worst kind of traitor. And now… this? Warm smile, soft tone, and even rememberi

The atmosphere in the five-star hotel restaurant that night was warm and elegant. Golden pendant lights cast a soft glow over the long, finely decorated tables. The scent of wine and French cuisine lingered in the air. Guests from prestigious families had begun to arrive.Jeslyn entered alongside her parents. Her navy evening gown embraced her figure, giving her both a graceful and commanding presence. Her face was adorned with soft makeup, but her eyes were sharp—holding back a storm that had yet to pass."You look stunning tonight, Jes," her mother said, gently patting the back of her hand.Jeslyn offered a faint smile. “Thank you, Mom.”As they stepped into the main hall, it felt like all eyes turned toward them—especially one pair that had been waiting.It was Jefran, now standing near the main table, dressed in a black suit with a silver-gray tie. A warm smile stretched across his face, as if to welcome Jeslyn. But both of them knew there was no peace between them."Good evening,

Inside the car, silence engulfed them.The only sounds were the hum of the engine and the soft chime of the air conditioner.Jeslyn stared out the window. The city rushed past—streetlights stretched into blurred lines like a painting being pulled backwards. But inside her chest, everything felt tight.“Why are you always like this?” she asked suddenly, without turning her head.Leonel didn’t answer right away. He gripped the steering wheel tighter.“You think everything can be fixed with a tug of the hand and a threat?” Jeslyn turned toward him, her eyes filled with pain. “Do you think I don’t have a heart? That I don’t have the right to choose?”“If I hadn’t come tonight, you would’ve stayed right there. Next to him. Quietly agreeing to everything,” Leonel finally replied, his voice soft but cutting.“That’s none of your business, Leo.”“Unfortunately, it still is,” he shot back, his tone cold.Jeslyn closed her eyes, biting her lower lip. “You’re insane.”Leonel turned into the driv

Leonel stared at the glass of vodka in his hand, watching the clear liquid swirl slowly before he downed it in a single gulp. The burning sensation slid down his throat, but it couldn’t thaw the growing chill in his chest.Jeslyn’s voice still echoed in his head—emotional, wounded."Why do you keep holding me back and ruining my life?"His hand clenched into a fist, his jaw tightening. He had no answer, not even for himself. What exactly was he trying to get from that woman?Leonel looked toward the window of his study. Rain continued to fall, beating rhythmically against the glass. It was dark outside—and even darker within him.All this time, he had believed he could control everything—money, power, even other people’s feelings. But Jeslyn was different. That woman had slowly dismantled every one of his logical defenses.He bowed his head, rubbing his temples.“Damn it…” he muttered under his breath.He knew one thing for certain—Jeslyn scared him. Not because she was strong, but be

One hour before the event began, Jeslyn was still standing in front of the large mirror in her apartment bedroom. Her hands trembled slightly as she slipped into an elegant black gown that fit her slender frame perfectly. The dress was simple, yet graceful—off-shoulder with a low back, revealing the strength and vulnerability of a woman hiding her wounds beneath a flawless appearance.She styled her own hair, brushing it to one side and pinning it with a silver rose clip. Her makeup looked flawless.Several times, Jeslyn paused and took deep breaths, staring at her reflection with empty eyes.“I can do this. I have to,” she whispered to herself.Her phone buzzed once—an internal office group notification reminding her about the departure schedule for the Halder International event. She was instructed to join the main group directly from the lobby downstairs.Jeslyn picked up her black clutch and spritzed her favorite perfume—a blend of roses and a hint of cinnamon. She rose from her s