All Chapters of Trapped In His Love Obsession: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

The VVIP treatment room door swung wide open. Everyone immediately rose. Doctors and nurses lined up. Kylie, who had been sitting at the edge of the bed, quickly stood, her face pale. Damian strode toward the bed while everyone else moved aside, standing near the door."Baby, I..." Livia, leaning slightly, looked panicked, surprised by her husband's extreme reaction."Everyone out!" Damian's voice thundered. His gaze swept the room. No one needed to be told twice; everyone left immediately. Kylie hesitated-if Brown hadn't grabbed her hand, she might have been on her knees begging for forgiveness."Sir, I need to speak with Mr. Alexander.""Do you think you have enough lives to talk to him now? Out!" he bellowed. Kylie quickly followed Brown out of the room.Silence. Everyone disappeared just as fast. The door clicked shut. For once, it was Livia who felt fear. Damian approached, sat at the edge of the bed, and held her tightly.He didn't speak a word."Babe, I'm fine." Livia patted

Still in the main house, but in a different room.The room belonged to three girls, each with her own personality. Instead of sleeping in separate bedrooms, they preferred to share one. Two large mattresses had been pushed together into the corner of the room. Jenny always chose the spot against the wall-she had a habit of pressing herself against it while sleeping, her arm stretched out so her elbow, forearm, and palm touched the cool surface. Sophia was safely in the middle, enjoying the widest space, still tossing and turning like a child. Claudia, meanwhile, slept sweetly at the edge, hugging a bolster."Is sister-in-law still having cravings? I can't decide if it's funny or just plain cute watching her," Jenny said as she locked the door. She didn't even want the wind to overhear their talk. She climbed onto the bed, finding her most comfortable spot. Sure enough, her palm was already pressed against the wall, enjoying the coolness that soothed her."Mom actually encourages her

'Because of Livia, I even end up doing things like this.'Damian sat down, watching as Butler Matt worked. He unwrapped the plastic bags, transferred the food into glass bowls, and reheated it. Strangely enough, Damian found himself enjoying the sight-seeing it as an act of love for his wife.He'd already heard from Brown that every dish had been carefully checked. Still, none of them looked the least bit appetizing. Food is all about taste, Brown had said. What's delicious to one person might be no more than instant noodles to another. Damian kept his eyes fixed on Butler Matt's every movement, following the man's meticulous care until the last detail was done.He scooped up a spoonful of the red broth and poked at the white rectangular pieces with his fork. They were chewy. He lifted them toward his mouth-only to set them down again. No chili scent. He picked up the brochure Brown had given him and matched the names of each dish.Butler Matt reached for the tray."Would you like to

The city's nightlife was still alive. In fact, the economy seemed to awaken the moment dusk draped the earth. A simple example could be seen in the food stalls lining the streets. Streetlights stood in for the sun, ensuring the world never truly slept.A car pulled up by the roadside. Assistant Brown had just finished all his duties. Sometimes, after driving Mr. Alexander home, he would return to the office, handling this and that, reviewing the reports he hadn't finished. Tonight, however, he lowered his window as a street vendor pushed a simple wooden cart closer to his car.Steam rose from the cart beneath the dim glow of the streetlamp. Cars whizzed by, racing against time, weighed down by exhaustion.Brown honked lightly. The vendor understood and quickened his pace. His weathered face lit up with relief. It was late, and half his boiled peanuts were still unsold. He had been on his way home."Yes, sir," the old man said as he approached the car, squinting to see who sat inside.

Kylie had just finished her shower. She tied her hair up with a plain hair tie, combing it neatly so not a strand fell out of place. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her face looked tired, dark circles shadowing her eyes. She had already applied eye cream, but it didn't help-the exhaustion was impossible to hide."Aaah... why do I have to be such a busybody?" she muttered, poking at her own reflection with her comb.The entire night she had been digging through the internet, replaying old news broadcasts she used to cover. Her mouth hadn't stopped grumbling, cursing at Lystra TV-the station she once worked for-even though behind her complaints was a longing she refused to admit. Her fingers scrolled across the phone screen as her lips whispered the names of her old colleagues, one by one.'I wonder how he's doing... and him... and even that young lady, the president's daughter...'Kylie missed the chaos of her old life, the never-ending rush of activity. It was so different