บททั้งหมดของ Pink Secrets: The Billionaire’s Ex-convict Nanny : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chapter 12Darcy’s POVPink had insisted I joined them for breakfast this morning since I was skipping more times than usual. I accepted. At least having more time with my daughter made me share more bond with her. Although recently she preferred sharing her time more with Adrian than me. In the early hours of morning, the sun filled the breakfast room, spilling through the tall windows, warming the dining table filled with different delicacies.The scent of coffee, syrup, and butter stuck in the air. I sat at the head of the table sipping my coffee, while I peek as Adrian leaned over to help Pink with her pancakes but every second I acted unconcerned.It had been three weeks since Adrian came to the mansion. In that short time, I was relieved of so many responsibilities and I figured out a lot of changes had occurred in my daughter which were impossible to ignore.Pink laughed more now, real laughter that bubbled out of her and filled the rooms. Her eyes no longer looked weighed dow

Chapter 14Darcy's POVIn my study, I thought about the tense conversation I had with Adrian a few hours ago. I wasn't satisfied with all she said about waking up when the police men kicked down the door and she didn't know who put the drugs in her bags. Someone did it, if not her. It wasn’t a ghost work. I’m certain of that. This isn’t the whole story. It's either she did it, or someone else knows more than they’re willing to admit.The investigation had to happen. I couldn’t ignore Adrian’s story, no matter how convincing her tears had been or how real her pain seemed. Pink’s safety depended on my making rational, informed decisions—not ones clouded by emotion or, God help me, attraction.I picked up my phone and dialed Mark’s direct line.“Sir?” he answered immediately.“I need a full investigation into Adrian Martinez’s conviction,” I said without preamble. “Contact everyone involved—the prosecutor, her public defender, the arresting officers. I want to know if there’s any truth

Chapter 16Adrian's PovHis gentle touch on my scalp sent a shiver down my spine and it had nothing to do with the injury.Darcy was my boss, Pink's father whom I never imagined would sit so close to me, treating my wounds. He carefully did everything, his light touch was incredible as he tended to the cut I got from my own clumsy reaction to his presence.I was startled when he cleared his throat. He was the last person I expected there. One moment, I was reaching for Pink's toy rabbit that had rolled under the chest, and the next, I hit my head on solid wood like an idiot and slipped which was caused by a lot of toys on the floor. The embarrassment hurts more than the head injury.“There you go,” Darcy said softly, his voice close to my ear. “All clean. It’s not as bad as it looked.”After that, I should have stood up and thanked him, then left the bathroom. But my stubborn body never hears what my brain says. my body refused to follow my brain's frantic commands to move.Mr Da

Chapter 18Darcy’s PovWanting to have her so bad, to press my lips on hers so bad, I followed her immediately. I caught up with her in the hallway.Adrian moved faster on bare feet. She must have forgotten her slippers in the toy house as she ran off to escape me. She moved as if she was running from something inside her as much as from me. Her hair flew behind her like a flag, her shoulders tight with panic. She had almost reached her door when instinct forced me forward.Before she could step her feet inside her room, I called her to stop, getting closer just behind her, I placed my hand on her waist. Not rough. Not forceful. Just steady enough to keep her from disappearing behind that door.She froze at once.“Adrian,” I said, my voice low, carrying more plea than command.She wouldn’t look at me. Her hand was on the door lock before she gently removed them. I felt her body tensed, and her breath was quick and uneven.“Please,” I added softly. “Don’t run.”Her pulse throbbed unde

Chapter 20Brittany's PovSeven days. Seven long, frustrating days since I hired Jackson to dig into Adrian Martinez and the mysterious payment Darcy had sent to the prison. A full week, and still nothing. No news from him.I sat at the white cushion in the living room staring at my phone for a very long time, hoping and praying that Jackson would at least call me.Yet nothing happened. No calls, no emails, no text updates. Just silence and the silence was driving me insane.This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Jackson was supposed to be the best—the man everyone whispered about in society circles, the expert capable of uncovering dirt on anyone and delivering results within days. I had paid him a fortune, stressed the urgency, and he had promised updates “in no time.”"So where is he?"I paced the penthouse, the sharp click of my Louboutins tapping on the marble, its sounds worsened my irritation. It was a bright morning and the sunlight slid through the windows, but it brought no