All Chapters of The Ultimate Cure: A New Husband: Chapter 571 - Chapter 580

The ward was filled with a rare sense of ease as Adriana and Francesco chatted casually, exchanging occasional jokes.Francesco placed the freshly washed baby bottle heavily on the cabinet. The dull thud instantly broke the relaxed atmosphere.Adriana's smile faded, and she simply said, "Thank you."Chris lifted his eyes. His gaze landed on Francesco, the corners of his lips curving slightly, though the smile never reached his eyes."I heard from Adriana about what happened last night. Thank you for taking care of them. Now that I'm here, Francesco, you can go back and rest."His voice was calm and gentle, yet his manner made it sound as though he were the host of this place.Francesco did not move. Instead, he shifted closer to the baby's crib. His fingertip brushed lightly across Maeve's cheek as he spoke lazily."Chris, the fact that you don't need someone to take care of you already counts as a blessing. How could you possibly have the energy to take care of someone else? In

Alex noticed the shift in Chris's emotions, and a trace of worry flashed through his eyes.Ever since Chris had been deceived and hurt by his own older brother, Dean, his personality had become more stubborn and extreme. Once he set his mind on something, he refused to let go.Alex was afraid that Chris would repeat the same mistake and push himself into another hopeless situation with no way out."Whether it's you or Adriana, neither of you came by this peaceful life easily."Back then, their marriage had been turned upside down by Joan's appearance, causing a storm that shook everyone around them. In the end, both sides had suffered.At one point, he had believed the two of them would never speak to each other again for the rest of their lives. Yet somehow, they were now able to coexist calmly.For Chris, that was undoubtedly a good thing.Chris replied coldly, "Exactly because it wasn't easy, we have to hold on to it tightly."He had only eaten half the bowl of noodles. He p

Luther noticed the awkward atmosphere and quickly stepped in to smooth things over with a laugh."Sophia, Adriana doesn't like crowded places. Why don't we just stay home and play cards?"Sophia slammed the cards onto the table, her red lips pressed into a thin line."I'm tired. I'm going back to my room."Bianca immediately followed after her and said softly, "Sophia, I'll keep you company."Francesco's gaze shifted to the lonely Luther."I'll leave you to it. Get some rest early."Luther waved his hand and sank back into the single chair."Don't worry about me. Go."He watched as Francesco's taillights disappeared into the darkness, then lazily leaned against the chair.Francesco and Adriana… those two really were something. They had each married twice, divorced twice, and now somehow found their way back to each other again.But Sophia was so decisive and ruthless in the business world. How had she become so irrational and clingy when it came to feelings?Then again, Fra

Chris's gaze swept across the laptop screen, landing on the business proposal. His expression darkened slightly.After learning that Adriana had decided to start a business with Bella, he had offered to help her.But she had rejected him.She hadn't even been willing to discuss the details of the startup plan with him.Yet now, Francesco was using her laptop, reading through her proposal, and making comments on it without hesitation.He had always known that what he had lost to Francesco was not merely his health. But after their divorce, he had thought that at the very least, he still had a chance to compete. Now it seemed he had only been fooling himself.They were both people who had hurt Adriana before, yet she was far more forgiving toward Francesco and far more willing to let him get close. When facing him, all she gave him was polite concern and deliberate distance.Adriana didn't know what was going through Chris's mind and broke the silence."Chris, the doctor said we

Adriana hung up the phone and turned around to find Francesco staring at her with an unreadable look. His gaze was thick and clinging.Francesco's voice came out cold and clipped. "Max? That dark-skinned guy outside the bar?"Adriana corrected him, "It's a healthy wheat-colored complexion. Don't be racist."Francesco ignored her correction, stepping half a pace closer and pressing on. "What exactly is your relationship with that dark-skinned guy?"Adriana opened her mouth to explain, but the words caught in her throat.Why should she explain herself to Francesco? And who was he to interrogate her?The thought shifted, and the words tumbled out before she could stop them, "You have no right to question me, and I don't owe you any explanation."With that, she turned and walked into the bathroom.Before the door could close, an arm shot through the gap and jammed it open.Francesco shoved the door open roughly, squeezed his way in, and flipped the lock behind him.One hand clamp