บททั้งหมดของ Reborn Of The CEO’s Cold-Hearted Wife: บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 225

AUTHOR’S POV. “Do they miss you!” That question landed differently. Aurora’s fingers tightened slightly around Elara’s waist before relaxing. “I hope so,” she said quietly. Elara studied her face carefully, like she was trying to measure something deeper than the answer. “Mommy,” she continued, softer now, “are you scared?” Mrs. Harper turned her head slightly toward Aurora at that. Aurora didn’t answer immediately. She looked out the window for a second, watching buildings pass. “A little,” she admitted. Elara nodded, surprisingly serious. “It’s okay. When I get scared before ballet, I just pretend everyone is a potato.” Mrs. Harper burst into laughter. Aurora blinked. “A potato?” “Yes. Potatoes are not scary.” Aurora couldn’t help it. She laughed. A real one. “I’ll try that,” she said. “I’ll imagine them all as potatoes.” Elara beamed proudly. “Good.” The car hit a small bump in the road, and Elara instinctively wrapped her arms tighter around he

AUTHOR’S POV. Weeks had passed.Not days. Not a few restless nights.Weeks.And still nothing from Aurora.The gates of the Steele mansion had become a revolving door for uniforms. Patrol cars rolled in and out at odd hours. Detectives came with files tucked under their arms, left with tighter jaws and less hope than when they arrived.Inside, the air no longer felt like home. It felt like a command center.One afternoon, in the middle of the foyer, one of the officers muttered under his breath, looking around at the constant activity.“This place feels like a police station now.”Xavier, standing at the base of the staircase, replied flatly, “It’s the Steele mansion. Not a station. So find her.”“Mr. Steele,” one of the officers said, his hat clutched in his hands as if that small gesture could soften the emptiness of his report. “We’ve checked the storage units tied to the properties in her name. Nothing unusual.”Xavier didn’t look at him at first. He stood by the large window, han