All Chapters of His Regret Began When I Abandoned Him: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

The crystal chandeliers on the ceiling of the presidential suite emitted a warm golden glow, creating an atmosphere that was both highly intimate and sensual. Camelia stepped out of the bathroom with the remnants of warm water vapor still steaming thinly around her body. Her porcelain-white skin appeared freshly flushed, with her long hair left wet and loose, framing her beautiful face. She was only wearing a single large white towel wrapped around her body from her chest down to her thighs.Before Camelia could take another step closer to the bed, a well-built silhouette suddenly lunged forward, blocking her path. Calvin was already standing there. The man had already shed his shirt, leaving his sleek, muscular body clearly outlined under the dim lights of the bedroom."Calvin, you startled me—"*Sret!*"Ah!" Camelia shrieked under her breath as her words were cut short in midair.Without warning, Calvin’s sturdy fingers moved with a swift jerk, pulling the end

Thunder rumbled relentlessly across the night sky in the southern outskirts of China, followed by a sudden downpour that poured down mercilessly. Fierce winds whistled through every crack in the buildings, carrying a chilling cold that sent shivers down anyone's spine. Yet amidst the raging storm, a tall figure remained standing firmly in the middle of the apartment courtyard, allowing his body to be battered by thousands of raindrops falling mercilessly from the sky.Juna did not move an inch. His shirt clung tightly to his soaked body, revealing how violently he was beginning to shiver as the temperature dropped drastically. Rainwater streamed down his forehead, nose, and sharp jawline, disguising the tears of frustration that had long been falling from his eyes."Ziyi..." Juna whispered hoarsely, his voice trembling violently between his chattering teeth as he struggled against the overwhelming cold. "I won't leave... I don't care..."Behind the thin curtains on the second floor, Z

The week felt like a slow, creeping torture for Juna. Without any certainty, without a single glimmer of hope, Ziyi continued to treat him like an invisible shadow in the corners of southern China. However, a new piece of information obtained from his confidant suddenly burned Juna's heartburn with a different kind of pain. Ziyi—the woman who was still status-wise his wife—had apparently always asked for advice and opinions from Camelia before making the decision to ignore him.That fact hit Juna's ego hard. A deep sense of disappointment crept into his chest. *Why does Camelia seem to be on Ziyi's side? Just because they are fellow women? This is truly unfair,* Juna thought, his jaw clenched tightly throughout the entire journey back to New York.At the Ashford residence in New York, Camelia and Calvin had just set foot in the living room after a long flight from Bali. The warm atmosphere left over from their honeymoon instantly evaporated when the main door was knocked on harshly. A

The night grew later inside the dimly lit VIP room. Calvin placed his empty whiskey glass onto the glass vanity table with a soft tap, then stared straight into Juna's dark eyes, which still appeared dimmed, filled with the remnants of pain."You should go see Camelia soon, Juna," Calvin said in his heavy, deep baritone voice, with a clear emphasis. "She is very sad at home right now. Since you left this afternoon, her sobbing has not fully stopped."Juna exhaled a short breath that felt incredibly heavy, then ran his fingers through his black hair with hands that trembled slightly. "I know... I know I've been a very bad brother to her today.""She only loves you, Juna. It’s just that her way might have felt wrong in your eyes when you were in turmoil," Calvin added, rising from his single sofa and then straightening the black coat he was wearing."Okay, tomorrow I will go see her at your house," Juna replied in a hoarse tone, yet filled with the firmness of a new resolve. He looked u

The teacup on the table had long since cooled down, yet the silence between Ziyi and Camelia still felt incredibly thick. Ziyi squeezed her own fingers, staring at her reflection on the surface of the calm tea water. A massive doubt now, like a thick fog, rolled through the entire contents of her head, making her not know which direction to step. "Ziyi," Camelia called softly, breaking the silence that had been suffocating the room since earlier. She moved her body forward, staring intently at Ziyi's jaw, which appeared to tense up. "I once heard a proverb from the old folks about the bond of marriage." Ziyi did not reply, but her gaze slowly moved, indicating she was listening closely. "A household trial, if it doesn't come at the beginning, might strike at the back," Camelia said in a lowering voice, filled with ripples of deep emotion. "They say... before the age of marriage reaches five years, or even ten years, there will surely be a great many storms that come to test. It co