Semua Bab Chained To My Bad Boy's Wild Love: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Gaara let out a small laugh and said, “Oh, come on,” smiling in the hope that Esther would mirror the expression. But reality had a cruel sense of humor. Her face only grew more sour, the air around her heavy with unspoken disappointment.“I told you back then that I actually couldn’t make it,” he reminded her gently.“Yeah, but then you added that you’d still come, even if it was late,” Esther shot back. She still remembered every detail of their conversation by the lockers that day.“I did say that. But I finished at two in the morning. I couldn’t just turn back time and knock on your door at that hour. And besides, what would we even do at two in the morning?”“You could’ve at least said something,” Esther snapped again, frustration sharpening her voice.“How was I supposed to know you were still awake?” Gaara countered.“You could’ve called me. Or sent a message.”Gaara grinned at that, amusement lighting his eyes. “So you wanted to see me that badly, huh?”Esther’s head jerked up

Elise, still caught on the peak of her desire, could not understand at first. But when her clarity returned, confusion turned into anger. “What? You cannot? Are you out of your mind?”Gaara turned to her. “Yes. So leave, Elise.”“What is wrong with you?” Her voice rose sharply. She had never been rejected by anyone. Any man she wanted was supposed to be hers to taste, even Vinson. But Gaara? He had stirred her hunger, only to throw her out before anything even began. There was nothing crueler than this.“I do not owe you an answer.”“Oh, so you have a date with that loser?”“Yes. I have a dinner appointment with her,” Gaara replied, calm and controlled, every word steady. A moment ago he had been swept up by heat, yet now his mind was clear again.What am I doing here while Esther is probably waiting? The thought rang through him like a bell.Elise stared at him, stunned. “Are you serious? With Esther? That little bookworm?”“Yes. Leave,” Gaara muttered, impatience slipping through as

A storm of assumptions spun wildly through Gaara’s mind. Was Esther seeing Felix? The thought alone left an unpleasant taste. Felix was known for cycling through different dates every week nothing new there. But with Esther? That was different. That was impossible. Felix and his younger brother lived far from Esther’s apartment. They weren’t neighbors. They didn’t run in the same circles. And with the history between Esther and Felix’s little brother, it made no sense for her to show up beside the elder sibling of someone she despised.Gaara snapped back to himself and stepped out of the elevator just in time to see Esther instinctively put distance between herself and Felix. Something about that tiny movement flipped a switch inside him. Without warning, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her aside. He didn’t give her room to argue. He led her somewhere quiet, somewhere tucked away from curious eyes, a corner where only the two of them stood breathing the same charged air.Questions spi

Nelsy looked at Vinson.Right now he seemed like a lost child in need of shelter. The heart she had hardened against him slowly eased, softening in a way she did not expect. She wrapped her arms around him and gently stroked his back. She still hated what he had done, especially the betrayal, especially what had happened with Elise. But with him sitting here in such a fragile state, how could she possibly bring herself to drive him away?“I’m here, Vinson.” She knew she might regret it later. Her conscience simply wasn’t cruel enough to shove him out and slam the door in his face.“Nelsy, everyone hates me. I’ve made too many mistakes. My brother, Gaara, even Esther… I don’t know what to do anymore. You’re the only one I have left who’ll listen to me.”From the sound of his voice, Nelsy understood that he truly had reached the lowest point of his emotions. And if she really told him to leave, she feared he might choose something terribly final.“Vinson, let’s go inside. I’ll make you

In all her life, this was honestly the first time Esther had ever arrived at her own place in the early hours of the morning without being accompanied by her family. If she had been alone, it would have been unthinkable. Yet half an hour ago, Esther had broken her very first record in almost everything with a man.The night had grown quiet, hushed by exhaustion as most people surrendered to sleep. Esther hummed softly along the hallway until she stopped in front of her apartment door. Right then, something she had already half expected came true. Elson was inside her apartment, a book resting in his hand, his face tight with displeasure.“Where have you been?” he asked, his voice cold.“I came from our high school teacher’s wedding,” Esther replied. “But why are you here?” she added, puzzled, even forgetting that this was not the first time Elson had appeared in her apartment without warning. He had done the same when she returned from America. It really was a foolish question.“Do we