He Wants Me More After Divorce のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Lyndsey’s POVI set the fresh roses into the vase on Harrison’s table, stepping back to admire how much better they looked than the ones I’d just tossed.“Miss Donovan,” the maid said nervously. “Mr. Harrison said we shouldn’t change the arrangements without asking first.”I turned and gave her a smile. “I’ll be the mistress of this house soon enough. I think I can decide what flowers go where.”The maid’s mouth pressed into a thin line but she didn’t argue, just bent down to pick up the discarded flowers and hurried away.The front door opened fifteen minutes later. Harrison walked past me without a word, one hand on Lucas’s shoulder. The boy looked miserable, his head down, dragging his feet.Harrison stopped when he saw the roses on the coffee table. “You don’t need to replace the flowers every time you visit.”My smile froze on my face. “I just wanted to check on Lucas.”I reached out to stroke the boy’s hair but Lucas jerked back before I could touch him.My hand hung in the air a

Estelle’s POVI looked up from the chart and my eyes locked with Harrison’s.Nobody spoke. Dr. Ethan looked at me, then Harrison, then me again. He frowned slightly and tilted his head, clearly confused by something.“Do you two know each other?” Dr. Ethan asked carefully.“We were married once,” Harrison said flatly, and that was it. He left it at that without explaining further, without giving me any context at all.I forced myself to look away from Harrison and turned to Dr. Ethan instead, keeping my face blank.“What’s the patient’s current condition? Do you have the initial examination results?”Dr. Ethan opened his mouth to answer but Harrison cut him off loudly.“Wait,” he said sharply, his hand coming up. “Dr. Ethan, I need the absolute best specialist for my son. Are there other options? Can we transfer him somewhere else immediately?”The question hit me squarely but I refused to let him see that it stung.Of course he didn’t trust me. I was his ex-wife, the woman he’d accuse

Harrison’s POVLucas sagged against me, already drowsy from whatever Estelle had given him in that second shot. I shifted him carefully in my arms and rubbed his back in slow circles while he burrowed his face into my shoulder.“It’s okay,” I murmured quietly, kissing the top of his head. “You’re doing great, buddy. Just rest now.”Across the room, Estelle was talking with Dr. Ethan in low voices. I caught fragments of their conversation while I rocked Lucas gently.“—exceptional work today,” Dr. Ethan was saying earnestly. “I have a friend who runs a hearing aid technology company. He’s been looking for someone with your skills. I think you’d find the work fascinating, and the compensation is excellent.”He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a business card, extending it toward her.Estelle took the card and looked down at it briefly before slipping it into her coat pocket. “Thank you, Dr. Ethan.”“Think about it,” Dr. Ethan added warmly, then glanced at his watch.“I should c

Harrison’s POVThe door clicked shut behind Estelle and I just stood there, my cheek throbbing where she’d hit me.I raised my hand slowly and touched the spot, pressing my fingers against the hot skin, and the pathetic truth was I felt relieved, God help meI’d rather have her furious than looking through me like I didn’t exist. I’d finally broken through and made her react to me instead of treating me like a stranger she barely remembered.The method was terrible, I knew that, but she’d cried and that meant she still felt something, still cared enough to get angry instead of just walking away.She wasn’t indifferent. That was what mattered.I wiped my lower lip with my thumb and looked down at the faint smudge of color on my skin—her lipstick, pale pink, barely there.I stared at it stupidly for a second, this tiny proof that I’d just kissed my ex-wife in a hospital examination room while our son slept two feet away.God, what was wrong with me?I walked over to the examination table

Harrison’s POVDaddy. The word stopped everything.I froze completely in the doorway, my hand still raised from knocking. My brain stuttered trying to make sense of what I’d just heard, because it couldn’t be right, couldn’t mean what I thought it meant.Then a little girl appeared from the living room, her hand wrapped around the fingers of the man I’d glimpsed through the window earlier. She had dark hair pulled back in a ponytail and she was smiling up at him like he’d hung the moon personally just for her.My eyes snapped to Estelle and the question ripped out of me before I could stop it.“Who is this?” I asked hoarsely, gesturing at the stranger behind her, my throat closing up tight.Estelle pressed her lips together and didn’t answer right away. She just stood there blocking the doorway, her posture rigid.The little girl looked up at me curiously, then back at the man beside her. She lifted her chin proudly and announced clearly, “This is my daddy!”My eyes darted between Este