Royal Trouble: A Naughty Prince Meets His Match のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 144

That night in the hotel, the atmosphere was calm and glowing with soft golden light. The curtains swayed gently with the night breeze, and the city lights glittered far below like a thousand stars. Charlotte leaned against Adrian’s shoulder, her smile gentle and full of warmth. Her voice was soft but firm, like someone speaking from the depth of her heart. “Thank you, husband,” she whispered. “I’m so excited… I never thought I’d find such happiness.” Then, turning her gaze to Lilian, Charlotte’s eyes shimmered. “And thank you too, Lilian, for making me part of this family. I never imagined an orphan like me could share a home—and a husband—with the president’s daughter. It still feels like a dream. Ariel was the first to give me hope, but you, Lilian… you did not reject me. And finally, our husband—our crown—accepted me too. How could I not be grateful?” Lilian’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. She reached for Charlotte’s hands, gripping them with sincerity.

The palace of Valora had never known a day without chaos, but that morning began differently. A soft hush lingered in the royal chambers, broken only by birdsong drifting through the tall windows. Then— A piercing shriek. “Carl!” Ariel suddenly leaped from their bed, her hair flying wildly as she dashed toward the bathroom. Carl, lying half-asleep with his hair in a tousled mess, blinked lazily at the ceiling. Then the memory of everything slammed back into his brain—the sleepless nights, the never-ending crying of infants, the seven miracles that had turned their palace into a nursery. His heart stopped cold. “Oh no… no, no, no,” he muttered, springing out of bed like a soldier under attack. He stumbled after Ariel and pressed his ear to the bathroom door, whispering cautiously, “Ariel… please don’t tell me you’re throwing up again?” Her muffled voice shot back, sharp and impatient. “What the hell, Carl? How many months are the kids no