All Chapters of The Ultimate Cure: A New Husband: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Adriana drove to the laboratory, arriving just as the meeting was starting.Francesco was listening to his assistant summarize last month's progress. Adriana quietly slipped into the empty seat beside Oliver.Bound by the confidentiality agreement, Oliver had no idea that she had taken a two-hour leave to finalize her divorce."Adriana, I heard you have some plans for the upcoming tasks?"No sooner had she sat down and taken a sip of water than Francesco called her name.She opened her laptop and gave a detailed report. She had prepared meticulously, anticipating any scrutiny, determined not to give him a reason to find fault.Yet, Francesco was still unsatisfied. "Needs improvement. Revise it this afternoon and submit it again.""I… I'll be on leave this afternoon. Could I submit it tomorrow instead?" Adriana said quickly.He tilted his head, eyes sharp. "Reason for leave?"It was a simple question, yet she could sense his pride lurking beneath it."It's personal; I'd rather

Though Heidi couldn't help worrying about Chris, she knew, in terms of right and wrong, he had overstepped. The truth was, she didn't want to stay there to care for Edward any longer.She didn't want to care for the boy whom Chris had acknowledged as his own. Today, Chris was hosting a family gathering to officially announce the boy's recognition into the Slater lineage."I'll come stay over this weekend. You can stay at the family estate," Adriana said.The Slater family estate was her ideal place to live, but it was too far from work; she hated wasting time commuting. The staff there had been in place since Grandma Rosie was alive, and Adriana hadn't changed a thing.She pushed open the door to her old room. Everything was exactly as it had been—neat, orderly, as if someone had always been living there. Seeing the familiar surroundings, a pang of "things remain, people change" swept through her heart."Madam, are you still staying in this room?"Heidi stood behind her, her hear

Joan followed closely, her stance firm. As long as Edward stayed, everything Chris did in the future would still belong to Edward. Chris's health was fragile, and aside from how long he would live, whether he could have more children was uncertain."Fine."Chris considered the request reasonable—and beneficial for Edward's upbringing—so he agreed.Joan watched the father and son drive away, then left Starry Villa herself, heading straight for Rosewood Avenue.Recently, Chris's health issues, combined with the scandal surrounding his affair, had significantly elevated Dean's status within the Slater Group. When Joan pushed open the door, he was leisurely sipping wine, utterly at ease."Want a glass?"Joan set down her bag, kicked off her heels, and took the half-full glass from Dean, downing it in one gulp."When are you getting divorced?" she asked."Frustrated with Chris?" Dean refilled his glass, sipping slowly."I've never wanted him—only his assets. Now that our child is o

Adriana had just presented the draft version to Francesco; if he asked for revisions, she was ready with the second, polished version she had prepared in advance."There are a few details that still need refinement," she said. "I'll send you the updated version before we land."There was no sense in letting her efforts go to waste, and to handle Francesco, she had deliberately left a few minor flaws in the draft."No need," he said, taking the folder from her hand and placing it in front of him. "This is fine. Rest well on the way there.""Okay," Adriana replied, sinking into the wide, comfortable seat and leaning back, enjoying the moment.Even though Francesco said no changes were needed, by his standards, the draft would never pass. She would pull out the second version once they landed. For now, she allowed herself to enjoy the journey.Sliding the window shade up, she gazed outside. The plane was flying over a stretch of undulating mountains. Thin clouds draped like gauze ab

So… Francesco was just genuinely being kind?Adriana shook her head. She couldn't read him, so she simply went along, bending down to collect shells as he had instructed.Surprisingly, the task turned out to be fun. Sometimes a few steps brought a small pile of shells; other times she walked far without seeing a single one. She felt like a treasure hunter, happily exploring the beach.The autumn sun warmed her skin, bathing her in gentle light.Francesco had settled onto a nearby rock, watching her at his leisure, like an overseer surveying a plantation.It wasn't until nearly noon that Adriana filled the small bucket and carried it over to him.He was lying on a flat rock, arms outstretched, sleeping soundly.Adriana raised her voice a little. "Francesco, task completed.""Hm."He answered lazily, stretching and yawning as he opened his eyes."Let's go—time for lunch."He rose, taking the bucket and small shovel with him, strolling back toward the villa. Adriana followed at