บททั้งหมดของ Chained To My Bad Boy's Wild Love: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 116

As promised, after visiting his wife’s grave, Jorge drove Esther to the old house where his late wife had once lived, the place Esther believed Gaara might be staying. Jorge himself was not convinced that his son would be there. Gaara had strong reasons for choosing to stay with him rather than return to that house.Yet somehow, Esther dismantled every one of Jorge’s doubts with nothing but her wild intuition.Meanwhile, guilt continued to weigh heavily on Esther’s chest. After hearing Jorge’s story about his late wife, she began to understand Gaara more deeply. Gaara had grown up believing that his mother had died because her love for his father was too great. It made sense that he would become cynical, that he would harbor resentment toward Jorge. Still, Esther could not bring herself to judge either of them. What frustrated her most was the long, painful misunderstanding that had been allowed to fester, despite the fact that they had once had the chance to mend it. She could not un

Gaara was certain he was hallucinating when he saw a silver haired woman standing in front of his house. No. That was impossible. It could not be Esther. Aside from Gaara himself, only two people knew about this place. Uncle Yoshi and his father.Even when Gaara stepped down from the jeep and took off his sunglasses, just to make sure the scorching sunlight was not playing tricks on his eyes, the figure was still there. The closer he walked, the more certain he became.It was Esther.Something inside him surged and broke its restraints all at once. His emotions spilled everywhere, wild and ungoverned. Yet beneath all of that chaos, Gaara could not deny the quiet gratitude blooming in his chest. She was here. Especially when only moments ago he had nearly made a choice he might never have been able to undo.When his arms finally closed around her, relief flooded him, warm and overwhelming. He did not know how Esther had found her way to this place. He did not know who had brought her.

Esther woke to the ache of hunger curling in her stomach. She turned her head and found Gaara’s eyes fixed on her, dark and intense. She had fallen asleep in the middle of everything, and somehow Gaara’s bed had become her favorite place in the world. She did not want to leave it.“Hey,” she greeted softly, a shy smile on her lips.“Hey,” Gaara replied, returning her smile. “You’re hungry, huh?”Esther nodded.“I warmed up some soup. There’s a bit of bread too. It might be a strange combo, but I don’t really eat at home much,” he said.Esther chuckled. “Are you psychic or something? How did you know I was hungry?”“I heard your stomach growling.”Her face flushed red while Gaara laughed. They ended up eating together on the bed. The last real meal Esther had was breakfast on the plane. Exhaustion had made her forget everything, including food. And even though Gaara warned her it might not taste right, to Esther it was the best meal she had ever had.“You didn’t bring much stuff?” Gaar