Trapped In His Love Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Damian grabbed Livia's arm without a word. She half-ran just to keep up with his furious pace.A car screeched to a stop in front of them. Before Assistant Brown could even step out to open the door, Damian had already yanked it open and shoved Livia inside."Master Damian-!" Livia was startled. Her breath caught in her throat. Why is he so angry?"What?" His tone was sharp."Doesn't Miss Helena still want to talk to you?""Oh? She wants to talk to me, or are you the one who wants to keep chatting with Noah?"Ele...? Livia blinked. Did he just call Helena "Ele"? That sounds so sweet. Were they one of those couples who used nicknames? Ugh... focus, Livia!"We were just talking," she explained. "That's all. Noah was-""Cheating, is that what you call it?" Damian snapped. "You touched his shoulder multiple times.""No, Master!" Livia blurted, panicked. "He told me about his love life and I was just... sympathizing."Oh no. She realized too late what she'd said. Love life? Not the smartes

After a hot bath with calming aromatherapy, Livia's body finally relaxed.She was utterly drained.With a sigh, she collapsed onto the bed, rolling from side to side."So comfortable," she murmured, letting her exhaustion take over.The chaos of cleaning the shop had left her worn out. She reached for her phone and glanced at the screen-still no message from Assistant Brown about Damian's return time.Well, Mr. Matt will probably wake me up anyway, she thought, closing her eyes.And just like that, Livia drifted off to sleep.Meanwhile, Damian's car was already passing through the main gate.Secretary Brown glanced at his phone and reported, "Miss Livia is sleeping, Young Master.""Let her," Damian said flatly.Brown gave a quick nod and sent a short update to Mr. Matt.The car stopped in the yard, where Mr. Matt was already waiting at the door. As Damian stepped out, he handed his coat over. Without a word, Damian gestured for Brown to stay behind. The secretary obediently remained b

Dinner that evening had a subtle but brutal rearrangement.Mrs. Alexander shifted her seat just enough to make room beside Damian-for Helena.After returning from the study, Helena didn't say much. She quietly walked behind Damian and only spoke when addressed by Mrs. Alexander or Sophia.Livia, seated beside them, tried to read the expression on Damian's face. But his thoughts were sealed tight. Nothing in his eyes gave her a clue.She reached toward a dish to serve Damian a side-only for Helena to beat her to it.With practiced grace, Helena had already placed vegetables and meat neatly on Damian's plate.Mrs. Alexander beamed with pride and patted Helena's shoulder."Come now, Helena. You must eat too."Helena smiled shyly, basking in the approval like she'd just won the grand prize.Livia paused, her spoon hovering. Then, without a word, she served the side dish onto her own plate instead and began eating quietly.Why am I suddenly starting to think Helena is... kind of evil?Yes,

Morning CameThe morning sun blazed through the windows, warming the earth and pouring light across the polished floors of Damian's home.Damian's mood seemed unusually good. As if last night's events hadn't even scratched his conscience.Livia, seated across from him, mumbled under her breath while observing him.He really doesn't think what he did last night was wrong..."Tell Mr. Matt to bring breakfast to the room," Damian ordered casually as he stood."Okay, my darling," Livia answered with a forced smile.Once he disappeared into the bathroom, Livia walked out of the room, her steps heavy with restrained rage. She gripped the stair railing tightly, her fingers trembling.Her mind flashed back to last night-She'd jolted awake with a scream, only to find Damian hugging her under the covers again."You really took advantage of the situation because I was good to you, huh," she had hissed at him.He kicked her leg lightly under the blanket. "What?""How dare you raise your voice to

Livia's daily work revolved around a modest two-story shophouse in a bustling office district. This was where her dreams lived-before her marriage, and even now, as Damian's wife.She poured her heart into the profession, holding onto the hope that one day, this small business would become her lifeline-her escape.Upstairs, piles of children's clothing were neatly sorted by order status. A slip of paper with the customer's name was pinned to each stack. That was Livia's responsibility-children's wear. Downstairs, Tiffany managed adult clothing.Livia sat cross-legged, phone in hand, replying to online chat orders."Size S and L with a car motif. Same as the superhero one."Her employees moved efficiently-retrieving items from the stockroom, tagging them with order slips, preparing them for delivery.She yawned, covering her mouth with one hand while wiping the tears that pooled at the corners of her eyes.Why am I so tired lately? she wondered. I used to be as strong as steel. But now