Chained To My Bad Boy's Wild Love의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Even if Nara had still been sitting across the street, he would’ve seen the way Nelsy’s expression shifted a full one-eighty. She tried to hide it with a smile, but Gaara clearly spotted the anxiety written all over her face. That was the curse of being expressive. She was like an open book anyone could read.“They hate each other. You know that, right?” Nelsy said, pretending to touch a sunflower within reach.“Nelsy…” Gaara’s voice sharpened into a warning.“What? I—I don’t know anything, Gaara. You should ask Vinson. He’s your friend.”“I already went to his place, but he wasn’t there. You’ve been closest to him since you were kids, and lately you’ve been close to Esther too.” Nara rolled his eyes at that line. “That’s why I came here.”“I don’t know anything, Gaara. Look, I wanna get lunch, I’m starving. You wanna come with me? We can talk about it slowly over food…”Nara swore silently under his breath. He’d come here to invite Nelsy to lunch, yet somehow Gaara ended up getting t

Long ago, Esther’s mother once told her a theory. That human life is made up of events that seem random at first. But over time, those random moments are actually connected. And when seen from a wider angle, the whole chain suddenly makes sense.Action. Reaction. Consequence.When someone does something, whatever it is, it will always trigger a reaction. But it never stops there. After the reaction comes the consequence. Yes, her mother had always been the philosophical type.After the festival with Gaara, Esther found herself replaying that theory over and over in her head. It was almost ironic. When her emotions were completely drained, what surfaced instead was her mother’s voice.Esther, you already won your bet.She did not feel like she had won anything. Not even close. There was no joy in her chest, not even a trace. The happiness had existed elsewhere. It had lived in moments with Gaara. In walking beside him. In leaning against his shoulder on the train. In seeing him standin

Since her parents’ divorce, the only time Esther could ever meet her mother was during holidays. Even then, her father often took over that time, planning trips for just the two of them, as if he were deliberately keeping Esther away from her mother. The last time Esther saw her was during the holiday before she entered university, right after her mother decided to move to London. Since then, their relationship had survived only through phone calls and, on nights when the longing grew unbearable, video calls.So when her mother suddenly stood within reach, close enough to touch, Esther was overwhelmed with joy. For a brief moment, she even forgot the heavy problem that had been haunting her mind. Being held like this made her feel safe. Whole. As if everything might be okay after all.“W-when… why… how…” There were too many questions tangled in her chest, she did not even know which one to ask first.Her mother smiled at her confusion. The smile, however, slowly faded as she studied E

That night, Esther finally steeled her heart.She stepped out wearing a T-shirt, jeans, her warmest jacket, and a pair of sneakers. Inside her backpack, she had packed her phone, a power bank, all the cash she owned, spare clothes, bottled water, and most importantly, her passport.Esther was about to do something she had never imagined herself doing before. Leaving the country alone.After returning from the Maxwell siblings’ house that afternoon, it did not take long for her resolve to solidify. Just as she had told Jack and Amber, the one thing most likely to have driven Gaara away was her. But what truly terrified her was the place Gaara had chosen to disappear to. The house where he had been born and raised. A place known only to him and his father. A place that clearly signaled he did not want to be found, let alone return.Esther could not allow that.She would lose her mind if she stayed far away from Gaara. So to hell with what anyone might say, Esther decided to enter her fe

“Sorry?” the girl replied, looking slightly startled by the question Jorge had just asked her.“Your dream.”“A ah… it it’s nothing,” she answered, a little flustered as she shook her head. “I’m sorry, but it’s not really the kind of thing that’s pleasant to talk about.”Jorge nodded. “Alright then. But when I look at you, you remind me of my youngest son. I think he’s about your age.”For a brief moment, the girl looked intrigued. “Really? How old is he?”“He’s turning twenty two this year.”The girl nodded. “Oh. Really? Same as me.”“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what is a girl like you doing traveling alone? Are you going to visit someone?”For a moment, she seemed to weigh her answer. Her expression shifted slightly. Then, after a pause, she nodded. “Yes. Something like that.”“Family?”“Oh, no. Just a friend.”“I suppose that friend must be pretty special if you’re willing to fly alone like this.”Jorge chuckled when he saw her cheeks turn pink. “Ah n no, it’s not like that,”