All Chapters of Too Late , I am Carrying His Child : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The morning light crept into the room slowly, touching the curtains and spreading across the bed. Savannah was the first to wake up. She blinked sleepily, turned her head, and smiled when she saw Adrian still asleep beside her. His arm was around her waist, holding her close like she might disappear if he let go. She stayed there for a while, watching him. He looked peaceful, almost like a baby. His face was calm, his hair slightly messy, and she couldn’t help but smile wider. She gently tried to move his arm so she could stand up, but Adrian opened his eyes lazily. “Where do you think you’re going, Mrs. Steele?” he asked in a sleepy voice, pulling her back to him. Savannah laughed quietly. “I need to make breakfast.” “Breakfast can wait,” he said, his voice low. “Stay a little longer.” She shook her head but smiled. “If I stay, you’ll never let me go.” “That’s the plan,” he teased. After a bit of playful argument, Savannah finally got out of bed and went straight to the

The evening was calm, and the sky had turned a soft orange as the sun slowly went down. Adrian’s mansion stood quietly, surrounded by tall trees and beautiful flowers. The gardener, Mr. Ben, was watering the flowers in front of the house as usual. He was an old man, gentle and hardworking. He had worked for Adrian for years and respected him so much. Clara stood far away, watching from her car. She had been following the gardener for days, waiting for the right moment. When she saw him finish watering and pack his tools, she smiled coldly to herself. “Perfect,” she muttered and stepped out of the car. She quickly followed him as he walked down the road toward his small house. “Excuse me, sir!” she called out softly. The old man turned, squinting his eyes to see who it was. “Yes? Can I help you, ma’am?” Clara smiled sweetly, trying to look calm and friendly. “Yes, actually. You work for Mr. Adrian, right? I see you every day around his mansion.” Mr. Ben nodded carefull

Cassandra woke up early that morning, the sun barely touching her face through the white curtains. She sat up slowly, her mind already full of plans. She had cried enough, and now, she told herself, it was time to act. She walked to the mirror and stared at her reflection. Her eyes looked tired, but she smiled anyway — a fake one, the kind that could fool anyone. “From today,” she whispered to herself, “no more tears. No more weakness. Nathaniel will never see me as a fool again.” She stood up, brushed her hair neatly, and wore a simple silk robe. When she stepped out of the room, the maids greeted her carefully, their eyes full of fear. They had all seen how she slapped Rose last time for asking an innocent question. “Good morning, ma’am,” one of them said softly. Cassandra smiled sweetly, to everyone’s surprise. “Good morning, girls. I hope you all slept well.” They nodded quickly, whispering to one another as she walked away. Inside the dining room, the smell of breakfa

Cassandra sat in her car outside a small cafe. Her hands shook. The notebook lay on the passenger seat, pages full of names and plans. She reread the last line she had written and felt a cold on her skin. Power was close. So close it tasted like metal in her mouth.She pushed the car door open and walked in. Vanessa was already inside, sipping coffee, face calm. Cassandra slid into the seat across and stared at Vanessa for a long breath. Her face was hard now. No sweet smile. Only hunger.“Vanessa,” she said, voice low. “We need to step up the plan. Quiet is slow. I want it done faster.”Vanessa looked at her quietly. “Cass, slow is safe. We agreed small noise first. You said you wanted no police, no blood. What changed?”Cassandra’s eyes flashed. “Everything changed,” she hissed. “They laugh. He holds her. He walks like he owns the world. I can’t watch that. I can’t live like that. I want him gone, Vanessa. I want everything gone.”Vanessa’s hand tightened around her cup. “Gone

The house was calm, the kind of quiet that only came after a long day. Nathaniel had just finished showering when he walked into the bedroom and found Cassandra standing by the mirror, brushing her long hair slowly. Her red gown from dinner was gone, replaced by a soft silk night robe that flowed down her skin like water. He paused, watching her reflection. For a second, it reminded him of old times — before everything became complicated, before the lies and the distance. Cassandra turned and caught him staring. She smiled softly. “What?” Nathaniel smiled back. “You’re beautiful, Cass. I almost forgot how much.” She laughed lightly, setting the brush down. “You forgot? That’s rude.” He walked closer, his voice low. “Then maybe I should remind myself.” She looked up at him, her eyes calm but hiding something deeper. He reached out, gently touching her face. The warmth of his hand against her skin made her heart beat faster, though she didn’t know if it was love or guilt