All Chapters of The Ultimate Cure: A New Husband: Chapter 591 - Chapter 600

Francesco tossed his card onto the table. "Nine of hearts."Luther exclaimed in surprise, "I win! Thanks for feeding me that one, Cesco."Francesco's expression remained cool as he knocked over his tiles and lazily turned his gaze to Adriana. "What kind of emergency could you possibly have with Oliver?"Adriana froze for a second—how did he know it was Oliver? Then she remembered that she'd mentioned "lab questions" during the call, so she replied, "Oliver ran into some issues with his experiment and needs my help. I'll be taking off now."As she stood up, the jacket on her shoulders slipped slightly. She paused, lifted it off, and handed it back to Francesco.He didn't take it. His eyes were heavy on her as he said, "I'll come with you."Adriana leaned down and placed the jacket on his lap. "You should stay and entertain Luther and Sophia."Sophia held up her phone with a smile. "Bianca's invited Luther and me to dinner. And it seems this 'Oliver' you mentioned will be there to

Francesco, feeling Adriana stop struggling beneath him, contentedly nuzzled his chin against the curve of her neck.Adriana closed her eyes, trying to ignore just how close they were. But his warm breath brushed against her neck again and again, sending tingling sensations like tiny electric currents spreading through her limbs."Adriana."His low, husky voice was followed by his lips grazing her neck—barely there, yet unmistakable.Adriana's body went rigid. Her breathing grew heavier.Just as the atmosphere thickened to an almost suffocating degree, her stomach let out two very loud, very distinct growls.Francesco froze for a second, then let out a low chuckle. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, braced his hands on either side of her, and sat up. The warmth still lingered in his eyes. "What do you want for dinner?""Pasta."Adriana sat up as well, reaching up to smooth her tousled hair, the tips of her ears burning."Pasta doesn't travel well. Let's go out."Francesco went in

Oliver gave Adriana an apologetic shrug, a sheepish look on his face.Chris leaned back in the booth, lazily twirling a glass between his fingers. His gaze drifted through the dim, shifting lights—sweeping over her, then over Francesco, with an unreadable stillness.Francesco grabbed Adriana's hand without a word and pulled her over to the booth, his face dark as he turned to Bianca. "Who taught you to lie like that?"His tone was harsh, and Bianca flinched, lowering her head in silence. Adriana tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to go easy on her.Oliver stepped in to explain. "Francesco, this has nothing to do with Bianca. We were the ones who wanted to lure you and Adriana here."Adriana gave a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Since none of you are actually drunk, I'll head home. The kids are waiting for me."She didn't want to be a party pooper, but she didn't appreciate being played for a fool. And she knew full well this wasn't really Oliver's doing.Sophia rose a

The cold air from the car's AC seeped through her pores, and Chris felt a chill spread deep into his bones. Adriana's words just now had made one thing clear—she was drawing a line between them, telling him to stop interfering in her affairs. But how could he possibly stay away? She was the most important person in his life.Neither of them spoke for the rest of the drive. The only sound was the soft whisper of air through the vents.Adriana pulled up in front of the Slater family estate. Chris opened the door and stepped out, wanting to say something, but when he turned back, all he saw was her cold profile. The door had barely closed before the car pulled away, its taillights vanishing into the dusk.Adriana drove home alone. After that night, she threw herself entirely into her work, hustling alongside Bella. On the first day of autumn, their pet-focused company, Pobu, was officially launched.Adriana stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of her office, gazing down at the city be

"You're crazy."Adriana muttered under her breath and went back to eating. She didn't even need to taste it to know the food was prepared to her preference—the Stanley family chef's cooking, with fresh ingredients to boot.Francesco didn't mind being called crazy. If anything, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He pulled out his phone to handle work messages, leaving Adriana to eat in peace.The office fell quiet, save for the soft clink of her spoon against the bowl and the faint sound of chewing. The warm aroma of food hung in the air.Only after Adriana set down her spoon did Francesco speak. "There's a tech innovation expo in Kilia City next month. Want to go check it out together?"Adriana was well aware of the expo—their company had even secured a booth. For a new business, it was a rare opportunity for exposure."Our company has a booth. I'll be going with the team.""Perfect. I can introduce you to some useful contacts."Adriana didn't respond. Even if she ref