All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The hot water finally made me feel slightly less like a woman who had just been evacuated from a charity gala because the service doors had developed criminal ambitions.Slightly.I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my hair, my skin still warm, and the champagne satin pajamas from the closet.They fit too well.Not tight. Not loose. The kind of fit that meant someone had once paid attention to the width of your shoulders, the length of your legs, and the fact that you hated sleeves that were too narrow.I studied my reflection in the bedroom mirror.Without makeup, I looked more tired. The last traces of lipstick were gone. My green eyes were still sharp, only now they were surrounded by clean skin flushed slightly pink from the hot water. My wet hair fell down my back, making the fabric cling coldly to my skin.I looked like a woman who should be asleep.Unfortunately, my life was being written by someone who hated letting women sleep.Poppy’s voice carried clearly

Poppy finally fell asleep at 1:12 a.m.I knew the exact time because I checked my phone while standing in the bedroom doorway, watching Sebastian try to pull Bunny out from under Poppy’s back without waking her.Half asleep, Poppy immediately curled into a tiny dumpling and mumbled, “Lawyer stays.”Sebastian backed away two steps and surrendered.I didn’t comment on the fact that a man who could move international security teams with two sentences had just lost to a stuffed rabbit with a soft head.I saved it.For a more appropriate day.Morning arrived far too bright.The Larvotto penthouse, which had looked like an expensive bunker the night before, was now under attack from Monaco sunlight on every side. The enormous windows made the sea look too blue, the sky too clean, and my life far too exposed.I sat on a kitchen barstool with my hair tied up carelessly, the champagne satin pajamas still clinging to my body, and black coffee in my hand.In front of me was a plate of croissants

“Jas,” Adrian said.I carried the phone back toward the windows, far enough from the living room that Poppy wouldn’t immediately wander into the frame again, but close enough that I could still see her bothering Luca.“Hi,” I said.Brilliant, Jasmine.A woman with a reputation for destroying men with one eyebrow, and now I was opening a conversation with hi like a teenager who had forgotten her homework.“I heard what happened at the gala.” Adrian studied my face longer than someone who only wanted to know how I was doing. “Were you hurt?”“No.”“Are you sure?”“I’m drinking coffee and threatening people with croissants. My basic functions are normal.”The corner of his mouth moved slightly. “That’s reassuring.”“You?”“Me?”“You look like you slept inside a washing machine.”“Thank you.”“That was a medical observation.”“I didn’t sleep much.”I knew, and guilt quietly made itself comfortable in my chest, not dramatic enough to demand attention, but persistent enough that I couldn’t

“You’re very brave for a man with one functioning hand and a dependence on medical care.”Sebastian lifted the bowl slightly, moving it farther out of Poppy’s reach. “The medical care belongs to me.”“That doesn’t make you immune to domestic violence.”“Mommy,” Poppy interrupted, “does domestic mean the one with the sofa?”I looked at her. “Yes. Exactly. Don’t ask any more questions.”“I know lots of words.”“That’s what keeps me up at night.”Poppy tried to stick one finger into the egg mixture. Sebastian moved the bowl to the other side without looking.Poppy shifted left.Sebastian moved the bowl right.Poppy circled the island.Sebastian turned slightly, keeping the bowl out of reach.“I just want to look,” she said.“You can look without touching.”“I look with my hands.”“That’s not how looking works.”“That’s how I do it.”I poured in the sugar while watching them perform a ridiculous dance around the island. Sebastian, a man who usually made everyone else adjust their position

“People who worked on the family system migration. The old legal team. Two trust administrators. Whoever held the master key. Maybe someone who saw a copy of the archive before the migration.”“And Adrian?” The name came out before I could filter it, because Adrian had been the one who checked Device Seven last time.Luca looked at me. “Adrian has enough systems experience to understand the architecture, and he doesn’t have Romano Foundation credentials.” He held my gaze. “We haven’t found any evidence pointing to him.”Sebastian said nothing.I looked at him. “You’re usually quicker to accuse people.”“I usually wait for evidence.”“Is that a new habit?”“Not when it involves Poppy.”“Why me?” Poppy stopped trying to steal the sprinkles when she heard her name.“No,” the three of us said at once.She narrowed her eyes. “Suspicious.”“Go help Salma,” I said.“I helped.”“You ate half the ingredients.”“That was quality.”“Go.”She huffed and went back to Salma, but not before sticking