All Chapters of Chasing His Ex-Wife Back: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Suddenly, a gust of air rushed into the hotel room, whipping through the space like a mini whirlwind. The windows had been flung open, and a bright light poured in, illuminating Emily's face. She rolled on the bed, grunting softly, her eyes still closed. "Who opened the window?" she mumbled, her voice groggy and disoriented. But there was no reply. Emily's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up in a rush, her head spinning. She looked around the room, trying to shake off the haze of sleep and confusion. The bright light still shone in her face, making her squint. She raised a hand to shield her eyes, her gaze scanning the room frantically. Where was she? And how did he get here? The memories of the previous night came flooding back, and Emily's face flushed with embarrassment. She remembered the bar, the man in the suit, and the kiss... Oh, the kiss! Emily's heart raced as she looked around the room, hoping to see the man, but she was alone. In her head, Emily knew she wasn'

Emily lay in bed, her mind still reeling from the events of the previous night. She heard the apartment door receive a knock, and Jackson's footsteps as he went to answer it. She remembered how he hadn't even come to check on her after their argument, but had still come into the bedroom to lie down, his presence feeling like an intrusion. And now, this morning, he was up early, already stirring and making noise. Emily folded herself into a ball on the bed, holding her stomach as a wave of discomfort washed over her. She felt a sense of unease, her body and mind still reeling from the tension and anger of the previous night. Just as she was starting to drift off into a restless sleep, she heard Jackson call her name from the sitting room. "Emily! Emily, can you come here for a minute?" Emily's heart sank. What did he want now? She didn't answer, hoping he would go away, but the calling continued, his voice growing louder and more insistent. With a sigh, she slowly got o

Emily shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts and compose herself. She pointed a hand forward, her eyes locked on Luke's face. "Are you Luke Richardson?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky. Luke chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Were you expecting someone uglier?" he asked, his tone playful. Emily's lips parted, and she paused, her mind racing back to their previous encounter. "No way..." she said, her voice trailing off as she remembered the kiss. Her face flushed bright red as she looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment. "We've met before," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Luke's expression changed, his face scrunched up in thought. "Ohhh, yes! You're the drunk girl!" he exclaimed, his voice full of realization. Emily's face burned even brighter, and she looked away, her eyes fixed on the floor. She couldn't believe she had made such a fool of herself in front of the man she was about to do business with. Luke's laughter filled the ro

Luke and Emily rushed to the hospital, their hearts racing with urgency. As they burst into her father's room, Emily's eyes scanned the space, her gaze locking onto the doctor's somber face. "What happened? Where's my father?" she demanded, her voice trembling. The doctor's expression was grave. "Emily, please calm down. I'm so sorry, but when we arrived, it was too late. I couldn't help him." Emily's eyes widened in horror. "What do you mean? What happened to him?" The doctor's voice was gentle. "It appears he was poisoned, Emily. And...he left a letter beside his bed. It's possible he took his own life." Emily's face contorted in disbelief. "No, that's not possible! I know my father well enough. He would never do that!" Luke's hand on her shoulder offered a comforting presence, but Emily's gaze remained fixed on the doctor, her mind reeling with questions and doubts. Emily's tears flowed uncontrollably, her legs buckling beneath her. Luke swiftly caught her in his ar

Emily sat in the ward, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as she waited for her therapist to call her in. She was lost in thought, reminiscing about the day she first met Jackson. It was at a superstore, and she had been shopping for groceries. As she was about to pay, an announcement came over the loudspeaker, declaring that no one could leave the store due to the crowds outside. As she searched her bag for her purse, she realized it was missing. The people in line behind her grew impatient, and the receptionist asked if she had enough money to pay. Just as she was about to respond, a deep, masculine voice spoke up beside her. "Take her bills from my card." Emily turned to see a handsome man standing beside her, his chiseled features and piercing eyes making her heart skip a beat. He was wearing a hoodie, but she recognized him - Jackson, the famous millionaire and her long-time crush. She had seen him at concerts she had attended, and his presence had always left her starstruck.