Too Late To Love Me, Mr Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

Adrian’s POVHe’d been watching her for the better part of an hour before he admitted to himself what he was doing.She was at the far end of the Ashford estate kitchen, standing over a pot of something that smelled like the kind of food his mother had always paid other people to make, and she was on the phone at the same time, her shoulder pressed against the cabinet, writing something on the notepad she kept on the counter with the pen she always lost and always found in the same three places.He’d come to drop the kids off and stayed because Ethan had asked him to look at something on his laptop and that had turned into dinner because Elena had appeared in the doorway and said there was enough food and the way she said it left no room for a polite exit.So he’d stayed.And now the kids were upstairs and Elena and Richard had moved to the sitting room and Marcus had left an hour ago, and it was just Adrian at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and Kira at the stove, and he was d

ADRIAN’s POV“Hi Adrian, this is Jenna.”He ended the call immediately.He stood by the kitchen door with the phone in his hand and looked at the screen for a moment, at the unknown number sitting there, and felt something move through his chest that wasn’t quite anger yet but was getting there fast, the way a temperature climbed, steady and inevitable.The phone rang again.Same number.He let it ring out.Kira was still at the table, the notepad in front of her, and she’d looked up when he stepped away and was watching him now with the careful attention she gave things she hadn’t decided how to categorize yet.The phone rang a third time.He picked up.“What do you want?” He kept his voice low and level.“Adrian, I just need five…..”“Jenna.” He moved further toward the kitchen door, turning his shoulder slightly toward the room. “I don’t know what you think you’re doin

Adrian’s POV“You’re bluffing,” Jenna said again, quieter this time, like she was trying to convince herself more than him.Adrian looked at her for a moment, then reached into his jacket pocket and took out his phone.“What are you doing,” Jenna said.He didn’t answer. He pulled up his legal team’s after-hours line and made the call. He spoke for under a minute, gave the facility name, gave Vanessa’s full name, and waited while the man on the other end made it happen quietly and without questions.Jenna’s chair scraped back. “Adrian.”He looked up at her.“Adrian, don’t do this.” The composed harsh tone of her voice earlier was starting to crack at the edges. “Please, just put the phone down, let’s talk it out.”“Sit down, Jenna.”She didn’t sit but she didn’t leave either, and he watched her stand there with both palms pressed flat against the table while the line went quiet and the bar filled the space around them, other people’s conversations, low music, someone laughing loudly t

Sophia’s POVShe kept watching all of them.Richard first, Kira’s dad because Richard was the one who controlled the estate accounts and his reaction mattered most, although he’d nodded slowly and asked one simple question about the venue and moved on, which meant he wasn’t troubled, just adjusting. Elena was so easy, her hands coming together the way they did when something pleased her, already reaching for her phone to start reorganizing, already three steps ahead into logistics. The children hadn’t cared beyond the dancing and the food.Now for Marcus, she didn’t need to watch. She knew his face well enough by now.It was Kira she’d held for last.Kira set her fork down and reached for her wine looking at the candles for exactly two seconds and then turned and smiled, then she said she was happy for them both, and the smile, can’t really say if it was genuine or not but it was warm and steady, nothing flickering behind it.Sophia had held her gaze and found nothing.Which was the

Elijah’s POVThe apartment smelled like it had been closed for two months because it had been closed for two months, and the first thing he’d done when he walked in Thursday night was open every window and stand in the middle of the living room and let New York come back in, the noise and the cold and the particular smell of the city that Seoul never quite replaced no matter how long he stayed.He’d unpacked properly this time instead of living out of the suitcase the way he did on shorter contracts, hung everything up, restocked the kitchen Friday morning, bought coffee that wasn’t from a hotel lobby, and by Saturday the apartment felt like his again.He was at the kitchen table with his laptop open when his phone buzzed.It was not Kira. It was his sous chef from Seoul, Minho, sending a photograph of the new spring menu they’d finalized before Elijah left, asking if he wanted to be credited in the launch post.Elijah typed back yes and set the phone down.Seoul was a good place. Bet