บททั้งหมดของ Unwanted No More : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Three days later.The sound of a car horn jolted Elowen from her sleep. A soft whine escaped her lips at being disturbed as she adjusted herself, trying to drift back into rest, momentarily forgetting she wasn’t in her own bed.Lucien, seated in the driver’s seat, had his hand resting on his jaw as he watched her silently, though his gaze was soft. He wondered if she was truly tired or if something else was bothering her.They were parked in the lot of a clothing brand, having come to pick out a gown for Elowen’s upcoming movie production launch party. Cecelia had informed her the night before that Davie Entertainment had decided to hold the party tomorrow. Elowen, however, had fallen asleep on the way, even though it was still morning. Lucien hadn’t woken her, despite having arrived at the boutique parking lot.“Are you tired? Or feeling unwell?” Lucien asked, gently tapping her shoulder. He hadn’t wanted to wake her, but he had to be at the hospital soon.The tap stirred Elowen awak

The silence that followed was heavy. Adrian stood frozen, his hand still hanging in the air where Elowen’s had been moments ago. He stared at her as though she was someone he once knew very well, yet could no longer understand. Her small movement—pulling away from him—felt louder than any words she could have spoken. It struck him deeply, like a sharp slap he hadn’t seen coming.Elowen kept her head lowered, her grip tight on the wheel of her chair. Her fingers curled around it as though it was the only thing grounding her. Her chest felt tight, almost painful, and her heart thudded heavily against her ribs. She hadn’t expected to see him here. Seeing him again, after everything, brought the familiar pain rushing back into her chest, raw and unwelcome.“Where have you been, Elowen?” Adrian asked as he finally came out of his shock. His voice carried a trace of worry, one he couldn’t fully hide. “You made us all worried,” he added with a tired sigh.Ever since Elowen left the house th

“Are you okay?” Lucien asked softly as he placed Elowen gently on the bed so she could rest before dinner. They had arrived home from the hospital not long ago, but the silence between them had been thick and uncomfortable. Throughout the entire ride, Elowen barely spoke. In fact, she hadn’t said much since their encounter with Adrian at the hospital, except for wishing the injured victim a quick recovery. After that, she had gone quiet again, retreating into herself. Lucien hadn’t wanted to ask at first. He didn’t want to push her. But her quietness was starting to bother him. Not because it annoyed him, but because it worried him. He wanted to know what was going on in her mind. Elowen shook her head slowly, signaling that she wasn’t fine. Seeing Adrian had reopened her scars—scars she thought had healed. Scars she had buried deep inside herself. Lucien gently covered her with the blanket, careful and attentive, as if she were fragile glass that could break with the slighte

“What are you saying, Scarlett?” Mrs. Whitemere asked, her voice calm but uneasy.She gently tugged at Scarlett’s sleeve, a silent warning for her to stop. Calling a police officer names inside the station was dangerous, and Mrs. Whitemere knew it.Lucien’s demeanor from the start had unsettled her.The way he had refused Scarlett’s release without fear.The way he had stood against their family name without hesitation.And just moments ago, when Scarlett had called him a bastard, he had warned her to mind her words—coldly, firmly.That alone told Mrs. Whitemere one thing.This man was not someone they could walk over.She was afraid Lucien might arrest Scarlett again.“I told you about the man I saw with Elowen at the cinema, Mum,” Scarlett said sharply, turning to her mother before swinging her gaze back to Lucien.Lucien wasn’t even looking at her.“He was the one with her,” Scarlett added angrily, pointing at him.Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Rage burned through her veins.She

Chapter 50 Elowen froze. The reporter’s words struck her harder than she expected—sharp, direct, and deeply humiliating. Her fingers curled tightly against the armrest of the wheelchair as her mind went blank. Crippled. The word echoed loudly in her head. The ballroom, once alive with low murmurs and excitement, fell into an eerie silence. Even the soft instrumental music playing in the background seemed to fade away. Hundreds of eyes were now fixed on her. Elowen had prepared herself for stares. For whispers. Even for doubt. But not this. Not so openly. Not so cruelly. The MC was the first to recover. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, his voice firm, “but this is a production launch, not a personal interview. Questions like that are inappropriate and will not be entertained.” “If it’s inappropriate,” another reporter said, standing up immediately, “then why is the female lead presented this way?” His voice rang through the hall. “The audience deserves to kn