My Cheating Husband Regretted Everything After I Married a Powerful Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Only Angela and Leon remained, chatting over drinks, the atmosphere soft and intimate.Unlike his side, where there was only the clinking of cutlery against plates.The woman noticed that from start to finish, Donald never once gave her a proper look.Instead, his attention kept drifting toward the neighboring table.She could not see who was sitting there.Well-mannered as she was, she did not lose her temper. She simply set down her cutlery with quiet resignation.“Donald, you do know this is a blind date, right?”Donald replied, “Sorry. Miss Sing deserves a better man. I’m not suitable.”The woman was aware of the Turner family’s recent scandals.But she did not care.In their circle, divorces that ended in total ruin, secret mistresses, and illegitimate children were as common as daily meals.It was only that the Turner family’s secrets had exploded into public view.Her own family, beneath its polished surface, was even more sordid and chaotic.Seeing that Donald had no interest i

Her father had bought the shirt a size too small. Since it was white, he did not bother exchanging it.He asked her to bring it to Northhaven for Donald to wear casually.The young heir glanced at the brand, hesitated for a moment, then frowned and went to try it on.But after trying it once, he handed it to his driver.She felt disappointed inside but said nothing. At least giving it to the driver was better than throwing it away.Later, somehow, Yuna found out.Yuna deliberately mocked her, “Such a shabby little family. Even the cleaning rags at home cost more than that shirt…”The fitting-room door opened, and Leon stepped out.Angela stopped drifting into the past and looked up at him.They were all trying on clothes from the same store, yet Leon stood out effortlessly.On others, it was just fabric. On him, it was stars and a galaxy.Standing there, he looked like snow resting on a pine branch.She thought this was what true aristocratic grace looked like.He belonged in grand hal

Donald connected Richard’s words to what happened earlier—Tim stepping in at the police station to protect Angela and Leon was likely done under the Chairman’s direct instruction.Angela’s X2+ human-eye cameras had once been ordered by Hightide Group in the tens of thousands.Those used to help the Chairman dismantle rebel cells did not necessarily have to be informants. They could just as easily be Angela’s human-eye technology, which meant Angela was under the Chairman’s protection.Donald said solemnly, “Dad, you absolutely cannot touch Angela.”He laid out his analysis for Richard, along with the warning Leon had given him earlier that night.Donald believed Leon must have heard from Tim that the Chairman intended to shield Angela, which was why Leon dared to put on airs in front of him.Otherwise, where would a mere adjunct professor get the confidence to talk about paying ten times the price?!After hearing Donald out, Richard’s expression remained relaxed, even faintly disdainfu

Leon watched the light in Angela’s eyes fade little by little as she looked at him, dazed and uncertain.He realized he might have scared her by being too serious.He quickly softened his expression and stepped closer.Angela’s fingers unconsciously dug into her phone, her back stiff.She wanted Leon to say something yet feared whatever he might say.A tumor—did that mean cancer?Angela swallowed.She lifted her head, staring at Leon without blinking, her heart pounding faster and faster in her chest.Leon raised a hand and gently rubbed the top of her head, the same way he usually did with Sunny.In a very soft voice, he said, “Let me take you to the hospital. I’ll explain on the way what osteosarcoma is.”Angela had not lost her reason.That sharp-tongued, hysterical Yuna would definitely be at the hospital right now.If she saw her with Leon, she would inevitably start spreading rumors again.Being scolded herself, Angela could endure a line or two.But if it involved Leon, she woul

Donald looked at Angela, his gaze cold and shadowed.Angela lifted her chin to meet his eyes, her voice low and ruthless, every word cutting like a blade.“You don’t deserve marriage or children. You deserve to die alone.”Donald’s narrow eyes flew wide open, as if an arrow had been driven straight into his chest, sending him plunging into an endless abyss.Angela heard Dolly crying again.She turned and walked toward the ward.Dolly lay on the hospital bed, her whole body much thinner.Her once-round eyes were dull and lifeless, her lips pale.Her lashes were clumped together with tears, her rosy little face fading into a sickly gray-blue.Angela felt as if a hole had suddenly opened in her heart, cold air rushing in from all sides, chilling her to the bone.She was almost afraid to look at the leg where the cast had just been removed.Would it be deformed? Bruised and purple?Would the bone’s outline protrude beneath the swollen skin, like her mother’s body—never able to return to it