Semua Bab Too Late , I am Carrying His Child : Bab 151 - Bab 160

The next few days were busy for everyone. The whole city seemed to be talking about the upcoming business retreat at Royal Orchid Hotel. News channels, blogs, and even magazines were already buzzing with headlines about which top CEOs would attend and who their partners were. In Adrian’s mansion, Savannah was standing before her wardrobe with a confused look on her face. Dresses were scattered all over the bed. Adrian leaned against the door frame, watching her with a playful smile. “You’re going to finish all your clothes before the event even starts.” Savannah turned quickly, holding two gowns in her hands. “I don’t know what to wear, Adrian. It’s a big event, and everyone there will look classy and expensive.” He chuckled and walked toward her. “You already look classy and expensive to me.” She rolled her eyes and laughed softly. “You’re not helping.” Adrian took the two gowns from her hand — one was blue, the other cream. “Wear this one,” he said, holding the blue one

The sun rose early that morning, and the whole city seemed alive. Expensive cars filled the road as top business owners and investors moved toward the grand hotel where the annual partnership meeting was taking place. Inside Adrian’s mansion, Savannah was already dressed in a classy light blue gown. Her hair was curled neatly, and a soft smile sat on her face. Adrian stood behind her, adjusting his tie as he watched her through the mirror. “You look beautiful,” he said softly. Savannah smiled shyly. “And you look too handsome. Are you sure we’re just going for a meeting and not a fashion show?” Adrian chuckled. “With you by my side, every meeting feels like one.” Aunty Lisa came rushing into the room, holding a small purse. “Don’t forget this, Savannah. And Adrian, make sure you speak boldly today. Everyone will be watching!” Adrian nodded. “Yes, aunty.” Lisa looked at them both with a proud smile. “You two look perfect. Go and show them what a power couple looks lik

Morning came quietly, but no one really slept well the night before. The world looked peaceful, yet everyone’s heart was restless in its own way. In Adrian’s mansion, Savannah woke up early. The sky was still pink, and the house was silent except for the birds outside. She got up from bed, wrapped a soft robe around her, and went downstairs to make coffee. As she poured the water into the kettle, she thought about the meeting again. She could still see Nathaniel’s face in her mind. The shock in his eyes, the confusion, the hurt—it was all still fresh. Her heart started beating faster. She sat down slowly at the kitchen table, holding her cup but not drinking. “Why did fate bring him back now?” she whispered to herself. Adrian walked in just then, his hair a little messy, still half-asleep. He smiled when he saw her. “You’re up early.” Savannah quickly wiped her face and smiled. “Couldn’t sleep.” He walked closer and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Are you sure you’re

Cassandra woke before the house. The room felt too quiet. Her mind would not stop. She had seen Savannah yesterday. Everyone knew she was alive. That fact hit her like a stone and would not roll away.She sat at her dressing table and stared at herself in the mirror. Her face looked the same — smooth, made up, the dress on the hanger waiting. But inside her chest, something moved that she did not like. Fear. Anger. A cold quick thinking that wanted to act.Nathaniel had seen Savannah. He had not run after her. He had not cried out in the hall. But the look in his eyes had been enough. Cassandra remembered it. She remembered how his face went soft for a second. That second was the crack she feared. If that crack grew, if he let her past into his present, everything she had built would wobble.So she made a decision: she would not panic. Panic made people weak. She would plan.First she made tea and sat with the steam. She forced her breathing slow. Thought clear. No loud moves. S

Clara sat on the edge of her bed that evening, her red silk gown glowing under the soft light of her lamp. Her phone rested on the glass table beside her, and she kept checking the time every few seconds. It was almost 7:00 p.m.—the exact time she had told the gardener to meet her. She smirked. “Old fool,” she muttered. “Let’s see how loyal you are after tonight.” Her phone buzzed suddenly. It was the gardener. “Ma’am, I’m already at the place you mentioned,” his shaky voice said over the line. “Good,” Clara replied coolly. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. Sit at the back corner and don’t talk to anyone. If I see you acting suspicious, I’ll walk away.” “Yes, ma’am,” he said quietly. Clara ended the call, stood up, and grabbed her purse. She looked at herself in the mirror — confident, fierce, and beautiful. “Time to get to work,” she whispered before heading out. When she arrived at the restaurant, she immediately spotted the gardener sitting nervously at a table in