Flash Marriage To The Billionaire CEO 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

Elena woke up that morning with a heaviness in her limbs that didn’t match the time on the clock. It was barely 7am, the soft morning light filtering through the thick curtains, painting the room in muted gold. Normally, she would already be stretching, pulling herself out of bed before Adrian woke, but today her body refused to cooperate. Her stomach felt heavy and unsettled, not painful, just… strange. A type of discomfort she couldn’t quite name.She groaned quietly and curled slightly to the side, one hand sliding unconsciously to her abdomen.Adrian, who had been lightly asleep behind her, woke instantly at the small sound. His arm tightened gently around her waist.“Elena?” His voice was still husky with sleep, warm and deep. “What’s wrong?”She shook her head, even though she knew he would pick up the lie immediately. “Nothing. Just a little tired.”Adrian shifted, propping himself on his elbow so he could look down at her. Hi

Morning came quietly, the way it often did now—without urgency, without noise. Elena woke to a pale spill of light across the curtains and the distant hum of the city below. For a few seconds, she lay still, letting herself exist in the fragile space between sleep and waking, where nothing demanded answers and the future hadn’t yet pressed its full weight against her chest.Then she shifted.The fatigue returned instantly, a slow heaviness in her limbs that felt deeper than exhaustion. It wasn’t pain. It was awareness. A constant reminder that her body was no longer just hers, that every breath, every choice, carried consequences she could not see.Adrian wasn’t beside her.She turned her head toward the empty half of the bed, the sheets already cool. That alone told her he’d been up for a while. Adrian didn’t wake early unless his mind refused to let him rest.Elena pushed herself upright and swung her legs over the side of the bed, pausing as a faint wave of dizziness rolled through

The night before the gala passed without incident, and that alone unsettled Adrian.He lay awake beside Elena, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing, the soft brush of the sheets as she shifted in her sleep. Her hand rested lightly against her abdomen, as though even unconscious she was aware of the life growing there. The sight filled his chest with something fierce and aching all at once.Silence had never meant safety.By morning, the city was draped in gray, clouds hanging low and heavy as if the sky itself were holding its breath. Elena stood before the mirror in the bedroom, adjusting the fall of her dress with careful precision. It was elegant without being ostentatious, soft lines that moved with her body rather than constraining it. She looked like herself again—composed, unbowed.“You don’t have to do this,” Adrian said from behind her.She met his gaze in the mirror. “I want to.”He nodded, accepting the answer for what it was. Choice.

Morning arrived in fragments.Light filtered through the curtains in pale, uncertain streaks, touching the edges of the room without fully claiming it. Elena surfaced slowly from sleep, her mind drifting up through layers of half-formed dreams and distant sounds. For a moment, she didn’t move. She listened—to her breathing, to the quiet hum of the penthouse, to the steady presence beside her.Adrian lay on his side, facing her.He hadn’t slept.She could tell by the tension in his jaw, by the faint shadows beneath his eyes, by the way his gaze sharpened the instant he sensed her waking. He looked at her as though she were something precious and breakable all at once.“You’re awake,” he said softly.She nodded. “How long have you been watching me?”“Long enough,” he replied.Elena shifted, propping herself up on one elbow. The nausea from the night before had receded into a dull memory, leaving behind exhaustion and a strange, aching clarity.“I’m

Elena woke to the sound of rain.It tapped softly against the glass walls of the penthouse, steady and unhurried, as though the sky itself had decided to slow down. The light outside was muted, washed in gray, and for a moment she lay still, letting the rhythm of it settle her breathing.Home, she thought.Not the place exactly. Not the penthouse with its height and glass and quiet luxury. Home was the feeling that had begun to return to her chest—the sense that she could exhale without bracing for impact.Adrian stirred beside her.“Rain,” he murmured, eyes still closed.“I know,” she said. “It’s nice.”He smiled faintly and shifted closer, one arm wrapping around her waist. His hand rested there without tension, without that subconscious tightening she had felt so often before. It was a small thing. It meant everything.They didn’t rush the morning.Elena moved slowly, deliberately, mindful of her body but no longer afraid of it. Adrian brewed c