All Chapters of Reborn Without You: Chapter 1131 - Chapter 1140

Early the next morning, Samantha walked into the lobby of FutureDrive wearing a tailored business suit.She took a steadying breath, pushed down her nerves and resentment, and headed straight for Christopher's office.After talking to Lincoln the night before, she had stayed awake until dawn. In the end, she decided to test Christopher one last time. She would resign and walk away for good.Part of her still hoped he would try to stop her. Even one question would prove that she had meant something to him.His office door was open. Christopher sat behind his desk reading a document, an unlit cigarette resting between his fingers.He heard her approach but didn't look up. "What is it?"Samantha stopped in front of his desk and clenched her hands at her sides, struggling to keep her voice steady. "Mr. Zephyr, I'm resigning. Effective immediately. I'm leaving FutureDrive, and… I want nothing more to do with you."Christopher finally looked up. His expression didn't change, as though

Christopher neither confirmed nor denied it. He simply picked up the bottle and refilled Jasper's glass. "You don't just stop loving someone."The words were quiet, but their meaning was clear.Jasper gave a short laugh and shook his head. "You hid it well. You've spent years looking out for her without ever letting her know."Christopher met his gaze, something complicated passing through his eyes. "I didn't want to interfere with her life. She's doing well now. And with you there for her, I know she's safe."Jasper raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you still hovering around her? You ordered her favorite food, checked on her after the meeting, and spent the entire dinner watching her from across the room. You care about her so much it's tearing you apart, but you keep pretending none of it matters. Aren't you tired of that?"Christopher said nothing. He raised his glass and emptied it.The alcohol burned on the way down, clearing some of the fog from his mind.Jasper was right

"Get out."Christopher ordered Nigel to leave, and Nigel had no choice but to obey.After Nigel left, frustrated and worried, Christopher remained alone in the living room.He had never lived for himself.He was so used to putting everyone else's safety before his own that he barely gave his depression or the blood he kept coughing up a second thought.His finger moved across his phone screen and stopped over Amelia's name. A flicker of tenderness crossed his eyes, but it quickly hardened into resolve.He didn't sleep at all that night. By dawn, he was already dressed and ready to leave. His black suit made him look even taller and more commanding, but his face was still pale, and the dark circles under his eyes were impossible to hide.Nigel drove him to the bidding conference. Neither of them spoke, and the silence in the car grew heavier with every passing mile.The first public bidding round for the Fighter 07 project had attracted attention from across the industry. The

Just then, Nigel approached Amelia and told her that someone wanted to see her.The noise from the bidding hall faded behind her as she followed him down the corridor, unconsciously slowing her steps.Nigel offered no explanation. He simply stopped outside a discreet private lounge.He knocked lightly on the door, then turned and walked away.Amelia took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping inside.The room was dim, lit only by a single wall sconce. Christopher sat on the couch by the window, his solitary figure somehow making the room feel even emptier.Compared to the night before, he looked as though the last trace of life had been drained from him. His face was deathly pale, and the dark circles beneath his eyes had grown even more pronounced.Amelia's heart tightened, and the words she was about to say vanished. She stared at him, her lips parting as she struggled to find the words. "You..."As she struggled to continue, Jessica's words suddenly came back to

When Amelia stepped out of the lounge, the bright hallway lights felt almost painfully harsh. She held the handwritten documents tightly in one hand.She carefully slipped them into her briefcase, as though they were something fragile and precious.Her emotions churned with every step.Her thoughts weighed on her, slowing her pace without her realizing it.All those years of distance and restraint were part of the careful shield Christopher built around her.The peaceful life she thought she was living was only possible because he was facing the danger alone.The realization was overwhelming, and she couldn't take it all in at once.By the time she returned to the hall, the bidding conference had reached its intermission. People moved through the room with champagne glasses in hand, making polite conversation as the atmosphere grew deliberately lively.Amelia had just found an empty seat when Lincoln approached with two glasses of champagne and a polished smile."Ms. Sinclair,