All Chapters of MY BOYFRIEND'S GRANDFATHER: YES DADDY SERIES: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

After Oliver brought Lara home, he helped her bathe, dressed her in a nightie, and tucked her into bed, his every movement careful and gentle. He started to leave, but Lara reached out and caught his arm. He turned back, a questioning look on his face.“Babe, I love you so much. Don’t ever leave me, okay?” she whispered.Oliver leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I won’t,” he assured her softly. “I’m going to be by your side till the end—take care of you, treat you well, and shower you with all the love you deserve. Don’t ever doubt that.”A shy smile warmed Lara’s face. “I won’t.”He pressed another kiss to her forehead, then lightly covered her eyes with his palm. “Sleep, my queen,” he murmured, before straightening and quietly leaving the room.At dawn, when Lara’s eyes fluttered open, the scent of food filled the air. Oliver had already prepared breakfast and set it out. “Wakie-wakie, sleepyhead,” he said with a grin. “Breakfast is ready.”“Good morning, babe,” Lara said, her voic

When Lara got home, she couldn’t eat. She kept glancing at her phone and staring blankly at the television until sleep finally pulled her under.The next morning, she woke up exhausted by what her relationship had become. She called Oliver.It took five tries before he answered. “Babe, I’m heading to the office. I’m going to call you whe—”“Oliver, end this call and kiss whatever we have goodbye,” Lara snapped. “I mean every word I just said.”Silence stretched on the line before Oliver asked, “What has come over you, Lara?”“Nothing has come over me,” she shot back. “I need to ask you—do you still love me? Am I still your baby, or do you have another? Tell me. I want an answer, Oliver. Tell me now.”His voice hardened. “I’m working so hard for our future. Take a deep breath and think about the crap you just said. I don’t give a damn if you end this relationship or not—I’m not entertaining your insecurity. Have a nice day.”The call cut off. The beeping tone confirmed he had hung up.

Lara refused to leave. She pounded on the door, voice breaking as she shouted, “Open the door—open this damn door, Oliver!”She grabbed the handle, rattled it hard, pulled, then hammered her fist against the wood. “Open the damn door, Oliver!” she screamed, breath ragged.When the door didn’t budge, she stumbled away and circled the house, shouting into the morning air, “I’m not leaving until you come out here and explain why you did this to me—why you broke my heart and betrayed me like this, Oliver!”Tears streamed down her cheeks without stopping. After a while, exhausted, she returned to the front step and sank to the ground. “I’m not going anywhere,” she murmured to herself. “I’ll sit here until Oliver comes out.” Her eyes grew heavy, and she drifted into a troubled sleep at his doorstep.At dawn, the door finally opened. Oliver stepped out with Martha beside him. They glanced past Lara—curled up in the shadow of the doorpost as if she were invisible—and walked away. A moment lat

Martha didn’t argue. She nodded, quick to agree. “Yes, yes. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. After this cheque, I’ll stay completely away from your man. I won’t have anything to do with him.”Relieved by the assurance, Lara exhaled, though worry still flickered in her eyes. “I hope you keep your word. I had to dig into my savings to pull this money together. It’s all I have.”“I gave you my promise,” Martha reiterated. “I’ll stay away from Oliver. You won’t see him with me anymore.”Lara forced a small smile. “Sorry for showing up unannounced and disturbing you. Goodnight.”“Goodnight,” Martha said, seeing her to the door.Lara turned and walked down the road, flagged a taxi, and headed back to her apartment. She ate in silence, then drifted into sleep.At dawn, she called Oliver. He didn’t pick the first time. Nor the second. On the third call, he finally answered. “Why are you bombarding me with calls? Can you stop?”“Babe,” Lara said softly, “I miss you so much. I haven’t seen

Oliver glanced at Lara, then curled his lip. “It’s time to end this. It isn’t working for either of us. Why hold on to a relationship I don’t want?”Lara staggered back as if struck. Her face drained of color, eyes shining with tears, lips trembling. “You… you want to break up with me?” she whispered, unable to trust her own voice.“Yes,” Oliver said, cold and flat. “I’m breaking up with you. I don’t love you anymore. You pick fights with everyone close to me—what do you expect? What if it goes too far?”Panic flared in Lara’s eyes. “I won’t fight with Martha again—ever,” she blurted, words tumbling over themselves. “I’ll stay away from her. I won’t confront her. Please don’t leave me. Don’t break up with me, Oliver. I’m begging you—please.”Disgust tightened his features. “You’ll find someone who loves you. I’m not the only man in the world. It’s over, Lara.”He turned and walked for the door. Lara rushed after him, dropping to her knees to clutch at his leg. “Please don’t leave me,