All Chapters of His Regret Began When I Abandoned Him: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Three days passed in creeping silence in New York. That morning, a steady knock on the main door of the Ashford residence signaled the arrival of someone who had, for the past few days, been isolating himself from the hustle and bustle of the world. Juna stood at the doorway, wearing a casual coat, trying to hide the traces of exhaustion that still clearly lingered in his dark eyes. “Brother Juna?” greeted Camelia, who had just come down from the second floor, her face instantly brightening upon seeing her brother standing there. “Come in, Brother. Why didn’t you give any notice all of a sudden?” Juna forced a faint, thin smile on his still somewhat pale lips. “Brother came here on purpose to take his nieces and nephews out for a walk, Mel. Where are the twins, Aurora and Daven?” “Oh, they’re definitely going to be so happy!” Camelia exclaimed with sparkling eyes, turning toward the stairs. “Wait a moment, they’re upstairs tightening their shoelaces with the nanny. Have a seat, Bro

Night had enveloped New York City, with faint stars scattered beyond the glass window of the master bedroom. Camelia sat quietly on the edge of the large bed, staring blankly at an ultrasound printout from Singapore resting on her lap. Her fingers moved slowly, tracing the faint silhouettes of the two tiny babies printed on the paper.The mattress beside her sank slightly as Calvin lowered his tall frame onto it. The man had just finished showering and was wearing nothing but a pair of black trousers, leaving his broad, solid chest exposed."Why aren't you asleep yet, Honey?" Calvin asked in his deep, low baritone voice as he wrapped one arm around Camelia's slender waist.Camelia let out a long sigh and rested her head against Calvin's warm bare shoulder. "I've just been thinking about a lot of things, Calvin. My mind hasn't stopped racing since we left Singapore this afternoon.""Thinking about Seraphina's twins?" Calvin guessed gently, his fingers moving up to softly stroke her sli

Large sheets of design paper were spread across a worktable in the design department of Ashford Corporation. Camelia took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of paper, pencils, and black coffee that she had long missed. In the corner of the room's digital bulletin board, an electronic flyer flashed brightly, displaying a large headline: International Grand Design Competition 2026."This competition..." Camelia murmured, her hazel eyes instantly shining with ambition."Are you interested in registering, Camelia?" asked the head of the design department, who happened to be passing by and stopped beside her desk.Camelia looked up, a determined smile forming on her lips. "Yes, Ben. I want to try submitting one of my design concepts this year."Later that afternoon, inside Calvin's private office on the top floor of the same building, the atmosphere suddenly became slightly tense. Calvin set down his expensive pen with a soft tap on t

The fresh fragrance of newly cut rose petals and the sweet scent of jasmine filled the small flower shop on the corner of a street in Southern China. Ziyi stood behind the counter, her slender fingers carefully arranging several lily stems into a glass vase. The golden afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting a reflection of herself that looked far calmer, although her eyes still carried the lingering traces of past storms.Ding.The bell above the door chimed softly, signaling that a customer had stepped inside."Good afternoon, Ziyi," a warm male voice greeted.The man, Han, the owner of a local tea shop across the street, walked closer with a gentle smile on his face.Ziyi looked up, set down her flower scissors, and returned the greeting politely."Good afternoon, Mr. Han. Is there anything I can help you with? Was there anything wrong with the carnation order for your tea shop?""Oh, no, no. The flowers you delivered yesterday were very fresh and beautiful," Han re

The rumors circulating through the corridors of the design department at Ashford Corporation did not disappear overnight, but Camelia chose to shut them out completely. To her, every cynical whisper and doubtful glance from several employees was nothing more than passing wind, powerless to stop her pencil from moving across the sketch paper. Her focus was locked entirely on preparing for the semifinal round, whose level of difficulty was far greater."You're really not bothered by the way they've been looking at you since this morning, Camelia?" Ben asked in a lowered voice filled with concern as he handed over the department's daily report at Camelia's desk.Camelia looked up, brushing the remaining graphite dust from her palm with a faint, composed smile. "Why should I waste my energy on something that contributes nothing to my aesthetics, Ben? What matters now is proving myself on the final stage, not arguing in the pantry."Ben let out a long sigh, looking at the woman before him