All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Regret: Too Late to Love: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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Chapter 151: Tomorrow

The room carried the quiet of something temporary.Zoe had filled it with small things over the past week. A folded throw on the arm of the chair. A mug that never quite made it back to the kitchen. The faint trace of her perfume lingered in the air, a subtle hint that refused to be deliberate.Allen stood by the bed, the small bag open in front of him. Zoe’s bag.He folded the last shirt more carefully than necessary, smoothing it down with his palm before placing it inside. His movements had slowed, stretched out as if time might follow his lead if he handled it gently enough.From the doorway, Zoe watched him.One shoulder rested lightly against the frame, her arms loosely crossed, fingers tucked into the sleeves of her sweater. She hadn’t moved for a while. Long enough for the silence to settle around them, long enough for it to start saying things neither of them had voiced.“Did you pack everything?” she asked finally.Allen’s hands paused over the zipper. He glanced down at the

Chapter 152: We’ll Get Back to You

Morning arrived before the city had fully decided to wake.A thin line of pale light slipped through the gap in the curtains, stretching across the hotel room floor and stopping just short of the bed. The air carried that faint, unfamiliar stillness that came with a place that wasn’t yours—where even the silence felt borrowed.Allen was already awake.He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, his hands resting flat against the sheets as if anchoring himself. Sleep hadn’t held him for long. It had come in fragments, slipping in and out, never settling.His eyes shifted toward the chair where his clothes were laid out.He exhaled slowly and pushed himself up.---The bathroom light flickered on, sharp against the early hour.Water ran. Steam gathered. The mirror blurred again, just like the night before, his reflection dissolving into something softer, less defined.He stood under the stream longer than necessary, letting it hit the back of his neck, his shoulders, as if it mig

Chapter 153: I Brought Lunch

The office held the kind of quiet that wasn’t peaceful.Papers spread across Mia’s desk in neat, deliberate stacks. A pen rested between her fingers, tapping lightly against the edge of a report, just… keeping time with something internal. The air conditioner hummed softly above, pushing cool air into a room that still carried the faint tension of decisions waiting to be made.She leaned forward slightly, scanning a line again, her brows pulling together just enough to crease the space between them.Numbers made sense.People didn’t always.A soft knock broke through.“Come in,” she said, without looking up.The door opened, and her personal assistant stepped in, a tablet tucked against her side.“The interviews have been concluded,” she said.Mia’s pen stilled mid-tap.She looked up. “All of them?”“Yes.”Mia set the pen down slowly, leaning back just a fraction. “How did it go?”Her assistant shifted her weight slightly. “It went well. We had… a strong pool this time.”Mia’s gaze sh

Chapter 154: Interview With The CEO

Steam curled thick against the bathroom mirror, softening the edges of everything.Allen stood in front of it, one hand braced lightly against the sink, the other dragging a towel slowly through his hair. Water still traced a path down the side of his neck, slipping beneath the collar of the shirt he hadn’t buttoned yet.The room carried that quiet hum of running thought, unsettled, and circling.He glanced at his reflection.It stared back, blurred, unfamiliar for a second. Like he hadn’t quite stepped into himself yet.The phone buzzed from the bedroom once.Allen paused, the towel still in his hand.He stepped out, the cool air meeting his damp skin as he crossed into the room. The phone lit up on the bedside table, screen bright against the muted space.Email notification.He picked it up, his thumb hesitating just a fraction before tapping it open.His eyes moved quickly at first—skimming.Then, she slowed and then stopped.A second interview. With the CEO.Something in his chest

Chapter 155: We Will Get There

The living room carried the soft chaos of presence.Toys scattered in quiet rebellion against order. A small sock was abandoned near the armchair. The television murmured low in the background, more out of habit than attention. Afternoon light stretched through the curtains, laying itself across the rug where the twins crawled over each other, their laughter rising in bursts.Mia sat on the couch, one leg tucked slightly beneath her, a file resting unopened beside her. Her attention drifted between the conversation and the children, her hand occasionally reaching out to steady one of them when they got too ambitious with their balance.“Careful,” she murmured, her fingers brushing lightly against a tiny arm before pulling back.“Let them fall,” Grandpa Morris said from his seat across the room, his voice carrying a familiar firmness softened by age. “That’s how they learn.”Mia glanced up at him, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “You say that like you won’t panic if they actually fa

Chapter 156: CV

Thursday morning, I didn’t wait for him to be ready.It slipped in quietly, pale light stretching across the room, catching the edge of the chair where his clothes hung, pressed and waiting. The air carried that early stillness—fragile, like it might break if he moved too fast.Allen was already awake.He sat at the edge of the bed for a moment, elbows resting on his knees, his hands loosely clasped as if holding something together that hadn’t quite settled overnight.Then he pushed himself up.The bathroom light came on with a soft click.Routine took over.Toothbrush. Water. The familiar rhythm of movement that didn’t require thought. He leaned slightly toward the mirror, eyes tracing his own reflection as if checking for something—confidence, maybe. Or just confirmation that he was still here, still doing this.The shower followed.Warm water running over his shoulders, down his back, carrying away the faint tension that clung to him. For a moment, he stood there, head bowed slight

Chapter 157: Allen Hale

The office felt unusually still. Not quiet, quiet, had a softness to it, something that settled gently into corners. This was different. The kind of stillness that stretched tight, like something waiting to give. Mia sat behind her desk, a file open in front of her, though her eyes hadn’t moved past the same line in the last minute. Her fingers rested lightly against the paper, unmoving, her pen angled between them without purpose. “Ma’am?” Her assistant’s voice came from the doorway. Mia blinked once, the room coming back into focus. “Yes?” “The next applicant is ready.” Mia straightened slightly, the shift subtle but deliberate. “Send him in.” Her assistant nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” The door closed again. Mia exhaled, slow, controlled. Her fingers moved at last, aligning the edge of the file, adjusting it by a fraction. A habit. Something to hold onto. Another interview. Another face. Another set of answers that would sound practiced, measured. She reached for he

Chapter 158: You Won

The numbers refused to stay still. Mia stared at the report in front of her, but the lines blurred, shifting in and out of focus like they didn’t belong to her anymore. Her pen hovered above the page, unmoving, ink gathering at the tip until it dropped—one small mark bleeding into the margin. She exhaled slowly at first. Then it hitched halfway through. Her fingers curled slightly, the pen slipping from her grip and rolling across the desk until it tapped lightly against a file. The sound felt louder. She leaned back, pressing her palm briefly against her eyes, as if darkness might settle what light had unsettled. It didn’t. Allen’s face lingered anyway. The way his voice had faltered. The way her name had sounded in his mouth, uninvited and unprepared. Mia inhaled again, deeper this time, and forced her hand down. She pushed her chair back and stood, the movement abrupt enough to scrape against the floor. Her bag sat at the edge of the desk, half-open from earlier. “I need

Chapter 159: I Won’t Get This Job

The room felt different when he stepped into it. Not because anything had changed, the same bed, the same chair tucked neatly under the table, the same curtains drawn halfway like they couldn’t decide which side of the day they belonged to. But something in him had changed, and now the walls seemed closer, the air heavier. Allen closed the door behind him with a quiet click. For a moment, he just stood there. The silence pressed in slowly, like it had been waiting for him. Then he moved. The envelope slipped from his hand onto the table without care this time, landing slightly crooked. His jacket followed, draped over the chair, one sleeve hanging lower than the other. He sat on the edge of the bed. Elbows on his knees. Head bowed. His fingers laced together loosely, then tightened, knuckles pressing faintly against each other as if holding something in place. A breath slipped out of him. “I won’t get this job,” he muttered. The words didn’t sound like doubt. The

Chapter 160: Trust Your Heart

Night settled gently over the house, softening edges, quieting the spaces that had held too much emotion earlier. The children’s laughter had faded into the kind of silence that comes after long play—deep, even breathing drifting faintly from behind their door. A small toy lay forgotten near the couch, tipped slightly on its side, as though it had been abandoned mid-adventure. Chris crouched beside the bed, adjusting the blanket over one of the twins, his movements careful, and practiced. His hand lingered for a second longer than necessary, smoothing the fabric down. “They’re out,” he murmured. Mia stood by the doorway, her arms folded loosely across her chest, watching him. There was something steady about the way he moved—unhurried, grounded—that eased the tightness sitting low in her chest. “They fought sleep,” she said quietly. “They always do,” Chris replied, glancing back at her with a small, knowing smile. Mia’s lips curved faintly, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes

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