Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Ultimate Cure: A New Husband: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

When Adriana arrived at Slater Group the next day, no one openly gossiped about her anymore. But their eyes still betrayed them—filled with disdain and disgust, as if she had stolen something from them.Prejudice in people's hearts was like a vast ocean. Adriana had neither the time nor the energy to argue with each of them. As long as things didn't go too far, she could let it pass.It was hard for her to truly hate anyone. Even when she got angry, it never lasted long.That afternoon, someone knocked lightly on her office door and called out softly, "Adriana."When Adriana saw who it was, a smile lit up her face."Daisy! Are you here to see Dean?"She pulled out a chair for Daisy to sit, then went to pour tea.They had both been busy lately and hadn't seen each other in a while."I heard from Oliver that you're working here, so I came by to take a look.""Are you close with Oliver?" Adriana asked.The last time she had accompanied Daisy to the Reeves family's banquet, she'd

Adriana drove to Paradigm Group to pick up Francesco.He slid leisurely into the passenger seat. When he noticed the car heading in the opposite direction of the estate, he raised a brow. "Where are you taking me?""To dinner."Adriana's reply was brief.If she dropped him off at the estate first and then went to meet Oliver, she wouldn't make it in time. She had no choice but to bring him along.Francesco turned to look at her, his tone teasing. "Is this a date?"Adriana shot him a glare. So the rumors about how open things were overseas seemed to be true.Francesco was a prime example—clearly married, yet still making flippant remarks to his ex.Of course, for others, it might pass as flirting. With him, it was nothing but mockery.It was rush hour, and it took Adriana quite a while to find parking.She led Francesco into a narrow alley, where lanterns hung along both sides of the street.The aroma of food drifted through the warm yellow glow of the lights, adding a cozy c

By the time Francesco reached the roadside, Mars had already arrived.He got into the back seat, took out the black cat figurine, and turned it over in his hands, replaying Adriana's words again and again. Something about them didn't sit right.When they arrived at the estate, Mars caught sight of the object and lowered his voice in warning. "Sir, be careful with Miss Bianca's things."Bianca was stubborn—once she got angry, she was hard to appease.A chill ran through Francesco. "This belongs to Bianca?""Yes. It was a gift from a Mitalian fortune-telling witch. Miss Bianca always kept it on the windowsill. I thought it was a bit inauspicious and wanted to put it away, but she refused no matter what."Something clicked in Francesco's mind. He strode quickly into Bianca's room.The windowsill was empty.Could it be… this black cat figurine had been given to Adriana by Bianca?He immediately dialed Bianca's number. The call was answered by a servant in Mitaly."Sir, Miss Bianc

Inside the car, Chris looked over at the silent Adriana.Dusk had settled, and the fading sunlight streamed through the window, wrapping her in a soft, golden glow.Resting her chin in her hand, her fingers appeared slender and pale. The light spread across her delicate profile, a fine layer of softness visible on her smooth skin. Strands of her hair caught the light, shimmering faintly in shades of soft brown.She sat there quietly, as if the noise and haste of the world had been filtered away by that tranquil wash of evening light around her, settling into something like a richly textured oil painting.Chris found himself recalling the first time his heart had stirred—also at an hour like this, under a setting sun.That day, he had just returned from outside. In the golden afterglow, she stood among the flowers in a knee-length red dress, playing with the white cat his grandmother kept.A leaf had caught in her hair. She tilted her head slightly and brushed it away, a loose str

When Mars found Francesco, he was riding a purebred Andalusian horse, trotting in steady circles around the paddock.For the past few days, his young master had kept people at arm's length—either riding or walking the dog alone, always distant."Sir, Miss Bianca is on the line."Francesco guided the horse toward him and took the phone."Bianca, the black cat figurine Adriana received—was that from you?""I think so. I don't like her."Bianca lay sprawled on the grass, idly plucking blades one by one, her gaze flickering.After a brief silence, Francesco asked again, "The New Year's gift I asked you to pass along to her—you didn't mix it up, did you?"Bianca pressed her lips together, her voice dropping slightly. "No.""Bianca, I don't like being lied to." His tone turned firm."I'm not lying!"She seemed to bristle with anger and hung up immediately.In truth, Francesco had only been testing her. Bianca never lied—he knew that much.Perhaps he really had been overthinking