Alle Kapitel von Dumped Her Ex, Married A Secret Billionaire: Kapitel 211 – Kapitel 220

A soft hint of scented diffuser lingered in the apartment.Liam sat on the sofa, occasionally glancing toward the bed where Cecilia was sleeping soundly. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips before he lowered his head again to continue reviewing documents.Cecilia's lashes fluttered. She quietly opened her eyes.He was now seated at the desk by the window, fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard, gaze focused on the screen. The warm desk lamp cast clean, sharp lines along his profile."I want to kiss you."Cecilia padded over barefoot, and before he could react, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips.Liam let her do as she pleased. When she seemed ready to pull away after just a quick peck, he simply scooped her up.Her feet left the ground in an instant. Nestled in his arms, she wasted no time reaching for the buttons of his shirt.The solid outline of his muscles showed faintly beneath the white fabric--like shadows behind frosted glass--subtle but undeniably e

In the parking garage, Beck stood leaning against his car.His dark, perfectly tailored suit only sharpened the cold, untouchable aura around him.A thin stream of smoke drifted from the cigarette between his fingers.Within a ten-meter radius, no one dared come close.Eleanor slowed her steps.She had seen many sides of him--focused at work, exhausted during late-night meetings--but never like this. His eyes were unfocused, carrying a rare hint of fatigue.The breeze lifted his hair, yet he didn't react, staring into the distance as if the whole world had gone silent."You're back?" Beck's gaze shifted the moment he sensed someone watching. He turned toward them.Cecilia peeked from behind Eleanor, a bright smile on her face. "Beck, you don't mind giving me a ride, do you?"Beck nodded lightly. "Get in."Eleanor hesitated. Should she take the back seat? Or sit in the passenger seat like she always did?Beck caught her uncertainty. He opened the front passenger door himself and looked

Le Bernardin was already packed, as always.The place was crowded with executives hoping to network, and with social climbers trying to get close to the Sinclair family.The parking lot looked like a miniature luxury car show--Bentleys, Rolls-Royces, limited-edition sports cars lined up bumper to bumper.Liam, now preferring a lower profile, pulled into a corner spot in a discreet BMW."Sir, your order is already being prepared," the manager hurried over, all respectful professionalism. "It'll be ready in about thirty minutes. Would you like some starters first?"Inside the private dining room, Liam shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair. "Bring some."The room was styled after old European palaces--ornate Rococo carvings, heavy velvet drapes, and a muted, aristocratic elegance.Cecilia glanced around with curiosity. "Why didn't we sit here last time?""We got here late. It was booked."Liam lifted a porcelain teapot and poured, the faint trickle of water sof

In the afternoon, Cecilia stepped out of the revolving doors of the SCA building and immediately spotted Eleanor sitting alone on one of the benches in the plaza.Her head was bowed, her shoulders trembling, and the tissue in her hand was balled into a damp wad.Cecilia had come down the moment she received her call.Eleanor sensed someone approaching and lifted her face.She tried to force a smile, but her lips quivered downward instead, twisting into an expression even worse than crying.Cecilia took a clean handkerchief from her bag and handed it to her. "Here. Your makeup's running."Eleanor took it and lowered her head again, her voice raw. "I told him everything...He'll probably hate me for the rest of his life."Cecilia sat beside her with a quiet sigh. "The truth is, it was wrong from the start.""I never should've told him how I felt. And I definitely shouldn't have hoped for a future." Eleanor pressed the handkerchief to the corner of her eyes, her fingers trembling."You ne

The hospital corridor felt endless, dimly lit and heavy with the sterile sting of disinfectant.Inside the operating room, Eleanor stirred.Her eyelids fluttered open, but everything was blurry, shapes bleeding into one another. She felt her body being shifted, moved somewhere, but when she tried to speak, nothing came out.It was as if she were drifting underwater, weightless and powerless, unable to fight the pull dragging her back into darkness.Her eyelashes trembled once more—then the world sank into silence again.Half an hour later, the doors to the operating room finally slid open.The head of gynecology stepped out first, giving Beck a brief nod."Sir, the procedure went smoothly. She'll need at least a week of rest."Beck looked toward the bed being pushed out, his steps measured and slow as he followed. Each movement tightened something in his chest, as though an invisible hand were closing around his heart.He had never felt pain like this.What could he possibly do to era