All Chapters of The Maid Who Was Trapped by The Billionaire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Dark fell silent, staring intently at Roxane as if searching for something in her eyes—confirmation, admission, or even just a hint of the feelings they both kept trying to hide. With each second of silence, it felt as though the world slowed down between them. After a moment, Dark took a deep breath and spoke again, his voice carrying a softness and concern he could no longer conceal. “Can I excuse myself for a moment?” he asked gently. “I won’t be long… I just need to take care of something important.” Roxane’s chest tightened. It was as if a cold gust of wind swept through the room and filled her heart with uneasiness. “Shit,” she whispered inwardly. “I don’t want him to leave. Why do I feel like this? Why is there this heaviness in my chest? What is wrong with you, Roxane?” She forced a smile, though her eyes avoided his. “Okay,” she answered, her voice slightly weak. “You can go. But… I want Lyka here with me. My best friend—your mom’s personal maid.” She pretended to smile

Ama Clinthon could clearly see through the CCTV camera the slow return of life to his daughter Vanessa—a moment he never expected to witness again in his lifetime. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling. As he stared at the monitor, he felt his heartbeat racing in an unusual rhythm. Something tightened in his chest—not out of fear, but from overwhelming joy and hope. For years, he endured the pain of watching his daughter lose herself, but now, seeing even the slightest spark of light return to her eyes gave him strength to keep fighting. “My child…” Ama Clinthon whispered between sobs as he stood in front of the monitor. “Thank you… that somehow, there is still hope for you to recover.” And with that, his tears finally broke free. For years, his heart had been closed to crying—but now, even if nothing was certain yet, that small sign was enough to awaken his emotions as a father. “Even after all these years… you still remember him, anak.” he murmured softly, as if speaking to Va

“Well, well… looks like you’re having fun, huh?” A cold but meaningful voice suddenly sliced through the cheerful laughter of the two women. Roxane and Lyka instantly turned to the source—and their eyes widened in shock. “Sir Nathaniel…” they both said almost in unison, their voices laced with surprise and nervousness. Mr. Nathaniel stood by the door, one hand resting against the frame, his gaze fixed directly on Roxane. His expression was stern—far from the playful mood the two were in moments ago. “How are you feeling now?” he asked Roxane, his tone gentle but carrying a deeper intention. “Can I talk to you? Just the two of us.” Roxane and Lyka exchanged looks, their eyes silently conversing. After a moment, both nodded. “I’ll step out,” Lyka said quickly and started walking toward the door. But before she could exit, a sharp voice stopped her. “No… don’t leave. Roxane needs you,” Mr. Nathaniel cut in, his tone firm and commanding. Lyka froze right at the doorway. Slowly,

“Isn’t Mrs. Vellama looking for you?” Roxane asked, her voice soft and tinged with sadness, a shadow of worry visible in her eyes. She kept her head bowed, gently fiddling with the edge of her blanket like a child hoping for answers to questions she didn’t dare to force. “She won’t look for me,” Lyka replied as she sat at the edge of the bed. Her tone carried confidence, but her smile was clearly forced. “Because Fafa Dark informed her. So even if I don’t go home the whole day, she won’t look for me.” She rolled her eyes as if imagining how little the lady actually cared. Then she scrunched her nose and sniffed the air. “Oi… I can still smell the sautéed shrimp paste… and the sour scent of mango.” She closed her eyes briefly, analyzing the lingering aroma in the room. “You still haven’t eaten?” she asked, her voice laced with concern. Roxane lowered her gaze. “Not yet…” she whispered. “Ay sus! So this is how real pregnant women behave?” Lyka exclaimed, shaking her head with

“I don’t want this anymore! I’m done! I’m sick and tired of the smell of shrimp paste!” Dark screamed… but only in his imagination. In reality, if you could read his thoughts right now, it was as if he were walking on a thin bridge above an ocean of fermented shrimp—one wrong move and he’d fall straight into a sea of saltiness and sourness. But in Dark’s actual expression, you wouldn’t see a single complaint. He was smiling at Roxane, sitting properly, looking as if he was genuinely happy in front of the sliced mango paired with thick, sticky shrimp paste. A piece was about to reach his mouth when the door suddenly opened. And then—just like a sitcom entrance—Drick and Lyka appeared, laughing loudly. It felt like a huge weight was lifted off Dark’s chest. Thank God, my rescuers are here. He almost wanted to thank the heavens. “Drick… what’s the news?” Dark greeted quickly, as if implying something with his tone. “Huh? Nothing, Sir. Continue your sweetness there,” Drick replied, gr