All Chapters of Too Late , I am Carrying His Child : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

It was a bright afternoon. Adrian sat in his office, looking relaxed for the first time that week. The window was open, and the soft breeze made the curtains dance slowly. He had just finished signing some documents when Daniel, his best friend, walked in with a cup of coffee in his hand. “Man, you’re always working,” Daniel said, shaking his head. “Even your computer must be tired of seeing your face every day.” Adrian laughed and leaned back in his chair. “Someone has to keep the money coming, right?” Daniel sat across from him, putting his coffee on the table. “Yeah, yeah. You and your serious life. Sometimes I wonder if you even know what rest means.” Adrian grinned. “I do rest — when I’m with Savannah and Liam. That’s my peace.” Daniel smiled. “You’re lucky, bro. You got yourself a beautiful wife and a sweet little boy. Every time I see you three together, I start thinking maybe marriage isn’t so bad.” Adrian raised a brow playfully. “So, what’s stopping you?”

The bright morning sun streamed through the curtains, filling the house with golden light. The cheerful sound of birds singing outside made everything feel fresh and alive. Savannah stood in front of the mirror, helping Liam fix his little school tie while he kept wiggling and giggling. “Liam, stand still,” Savannah said, laughing as she tried to straighten his collar. “But, Mommy, it’s too tight!” Liam pouted, touching the tie. Adrian, standing by the door, laughed softly. “Come on, champ, you look handsome. You’re going to be the coolest kid in that school.” Liam turned around with his tiny backpack and asked proudly, “Really, Daddy?” “Of course,” Adrian said, bending to his level. “You look just like me when I was your age.” Savannah chuckled, rolling her eyes playfully. “Oh, please. Don’t make him start acting like you already.” Adrian grinned. “It’s not a bad thing to have confidence, sweetheart.” Liam’s laughter filled the room, making Savannah’s heart melt

Cassandra paced back and forth in her room, her long red gown dragging lightly across the tiled floor. She couldn’t stop smiling — but there was a trace of anger behind that smile. Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up before it even rang twice. “Vanessa, guess what!” she said loudly, almost shouting into the phone. Vanessa groaned from the other end. “What is it this time, Cass? You sound like a kid who just found candy.” Cassandra laughed, twirling around. “The company dinner! It’s finally happening. Every top businessman and their wife will be there — including Adrian and…” she paused, her voice turning sharp, “Savannah.” Vanessa instantly sat up on her couch. “Wait—Savannah? As in *that* Savannah? She’s coming?” “Yes,” Cassandra said, her tone bitter now. “The same Savannah that everyone thought was gone forever. The one that ruined everything for me. She’s still walking around acting innocent, as if she didn’t destroy my peace.” Vanessa sighed softly. “Cass, calm

The next morning, Mr. Roland woke up early. The sun was barely out, and Grace was still asleep. He sat by the window, staring at the brown envelope he had promised to return. His heart beat fast as he thought about what Clara might do when he refused her offer. He finally stood up, wore his old jacket, and slipped the envelope into his pocket. “I’ll go see her and end this once and for all,” he whispered to himself. By the time he reached the restaurant where Clara had told him to meet her, the place was quiet. The workers were still arranging chairs for the day. Clara sat at the corner table, wearing dark sunglasses, a glass of juice in front of her. She looked calm, but her eyes carried that same dangerous fire he remembered. When she saw Roland, she smiled — but it wasn’t a kind smile. “Mr. Roland,” she said softly, her red lips curving into a smirk. “You came early. Good. I like people who take their jobs seriously.” Roland removed the envelope and placed it on the tab

Mr. Roland woke up early. The sun was barely out, and Grace was still asleep. He sat by the window, staring at the brown envelope he had promised to return. His heart beat fast as he thought about what Clara might do when he refused her offer. He finally stood up, wore his old jacket, and slipped the envelope into his pocket. “I’ll go see her and end this once and for all,” he whispered to himself. By the time he reached the restaurant where Clara had told him to meet her, the place was quiet. The workers were still arranging chairs for the day. Clara sat at the corner table, wearing dark sunglasses, a glass of juice in front of her. She looked calm, but her eyes carried that same dangerous fire he remembered. When she saw Roland, she smiled — but it wasn’t a kind smile. “Mr. Roland,” she said softly, her red lips curving into a smirk. “You came early. Good. I like people who take their jobs seriously.” Roland removed the envelope and placed it on the table. “Madam Clara, I ca