She Writes Her Own Heartbeat のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Davison’s anger surged when Franca mentioned the name of the one man he never wanted to hear again—the same man who had once betrayed him.His jaw tightened, and the veins on his neck visibly strained as his fury began to boil over."Enough. Shut up!"His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.But Franca wasn’t finished."Oh? Did that strike a nerve?" she said with a mocking smile. "Good. Then good luck trying to win Monica back—because I doubt she won’t betray you again, just like she did before—""Get out! Leave before I lose control and actually do something I’ll regret!" Davison shouted, his voice rising with raw anger. He looked like he was at his limit—barely holding himself together.Seeing the fury in his eyes and knowing she had pushed him right to the edge, Franca finally stepped back. She had said everything she came to say—or rather, everything she needed to hurt him.But before she turned away, she couldn’t resist one last dig."Good luck, Davison. I hope yo

Third-person POV Alex couldn’t help but smile as he watched the kids, still half-asleep and curled up on the sofa, completely unaware of his presence. He couldn’t help but feel amused, seeing so much of Davison’s face in the two of them—they looked almost identical, yet their personalities couldn’t be more different. Victoria was talkative and lively, while Christy was more reserved and observant, just like Davison. Still, they were both charming in their own ways. A moment later, he noticed Victoria stealing a glance in his direction—only to quickly look away again. But then, she peeked once more, this time rubbing her eyes as if trying to confirm what she was seeing. He watched as she nudged Christy, who was lazily slumped over the armrest of the sofa, still half-lost in sleep. Christy barely stirred, shifting just slightly before drifting back into her dreams. "Uncle Alex... are you real?" Victoria asked in a dreamy voice. Alex let out a soft chuckle. The sight of th

"Hey, Alex, you got any food around? We’re starving over here." Frank said shamelessly."We’re not a café or a restaurant for you to come looking for food." Alex replied flatly."But we’re your guests. The least you could do is feed us—we’re practically dying here, man!" Carl added, dramatically flopping onto the couch and kicking his feet up on the coffee table like he owned the place."It’s not my fault you came here without eating first. And for the record, you’re our uninvited guests." Alex responded, still flatly."Tsk, what a cheapskate. As if feeding us would bankrupt your company." Alfonso chimed in. "Gracia, would you mind grabbing us something to eat? Or at least some coffee?"Gracia paused mid-typing, her fingers freezing above the keyboard. Slowly, she turned her head and shot Alfonso a cold glare.Alex sighed inwardly. He had completely forgotten to remind his employees not to let his friends into the office during work hours.Apparently, everyone had gotten too used to t

"Anyway, Frank... are you sure we’re on the right path? Are you certain this is really where Alex’s car went?" Carl asked, glancing around.From what he could see, they were now driving through narrow alleyways and crowded areas. It was the kind of place that drew attention—and sure enough, people were already turning their heads to stare at their passing car."Wow! I feel like a celebrity!" Frank said with a mischievous grin. "So this is what it feels like, huh?""Yeah... but seriously, why would Alex come through here? You think maybe he realized we were following him and is trying to shake us off?" Carl wondered aloud, narrowing his eyes suspiciously."Hold up, Carl—why did you want to follow Alex in the first place?" Alfonso chimed in, now fully recovered from his earlier panic. "You’re starting to sound like his stalker... or like a jealous girlfriend. Don’t tell me you’ve got a secret crush on him?""What the fuck, Alfonso! Jealous girlfriend, my ass! You’re disgusting!" Carl sh

None of the four noticed that one of the mischievous twins had been quietly trailing behind them—and now, Victoria was standing right beside them, staring up curiously at the group. She had heard everything. "Uncle," she piped up, calling out to Alex while tilting her head adorably. "What does ’You fuckers, what the hell are you doing here?’ mean? Is that some kind of greeting?" The color instantly drained from Alex’s face. His glare vanished as shock took over—he hadn’t even realized Victoria was there, let alone that she’d heard him say that. For a moment, he stood frozen, unsure how to respond to the innocent question coming from the small voice beside him. The three men turned their attention to the cute little girl now clinging to the hem of Alex’s shirt. She blinked up at them, wide-eyed with curiosity. The moment her eyes met theirs, the trio stiffened—paralyzed as if they’d been turned to stone on the spot. "Uncle, are these your friends?" Alex didn’t answer