บททั้งหมดของ Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

“How are you feeling? Any better?” Ford wiped Sunny’s face with a towel, drying the sweat on her skin while tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear.“I hate this. I can’t keep anything down,” Sunny complained, her face pale, lips pouting. “I keep throwing up.”“That’s normal. Every pregnant woman goes through this,” Ford said patiently.“I want to go out. Can I?” Sunny asked in a spoiled tone.Ford glanced at his watch for a moment, then nodded. In her second month of pregnancy, Sunny had been spending most of her time at home. Out of responsibility, Ford let her stay at his place, even though their relationship had no clear direction.The feelings Ford had for Sunny still hadn’t managed to reach her heart. Zayne was still there—and Ford wanted to erase him. Somehow.“Where do you want to go?” Ford asked, holding Sunny’s hand as they left the apartment and headed to his car in the basement.“Can we go to a café?”

Zayne had no intention of locking the bedroom door. He didn’t care if Gianna caught them in the act. All he wanted was to release all the exhaustion weighing on him and lose himself in the heaven that belonged to his woman. Someone once told him back in college that this world was like hell… and women were heaven.True.Watching Elmy above him, feeling her around him, Zayne could feel fragments of his problems fade away. His whole body felt wrapped in warmth—soft and intoxicating.His fingers searched for something to hold. When he lifted his head, his hands found her hips, guiding the slow rhythm of her movements.Her soft sounds—the quiet moans slipping from her swollen lips—made Zayne smile faintly. Damn, his woman really was this incredible. If only he had felt this from the beginning, maybe they wouldn’t have gone through all that drama.“Zayne…”“Hm?”“Why are you so quiet? Did I do something wrong?” Elmy asked sof

Elmy checked herself in the mirror. She looked beautiful in an emerald silk dress. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and she added a floral hair clip as a finishing touch. Just as she smiled, satisfied with her reflection, the sound of footsteps from the doorway made her quickly get up.“Zayne?” Elmy called. “I told you to come home early today. Mom has an event, why—”“I’m tired,” Zayne said quietly.He hadn’t even taken off his suit. His tie still hung loosely around his neck. Without saying anything else, he dropped himself onto the bed like someone completely drained.Confused, Elmy walked over and looked at him. “Zayne? Are you listening to me?”“I hear you, El. I hear you,” he replied irritably. “I just got back from work. Can you give me a minute to rest?” His tone was firm, but there was annoyance in it. He let out a frustrated sigh and covered his face with both hands.Elmy bit her lip. Seeing his reaction, her good mood instantly faded. “Fine. I’ll just go by myself,

Zayne began to notice that something had changed in Elmy. It wasn’t anything major—but it was enough to wear him down.It seemed the remarks Isabella had thrown at Elmy were still lingering in her mind. They hadn’t faded. If anything, they were pressing down on her even more. That woman’s expectations had turned into a dark shadow, making their days feel off. Zayne knew everyone wanted Elmy to get pregnant. Unfortunately, they all seemed to forget one thing—the one who determined that outcome wasn’t them.No matter how hard they tried, if the time simply wasn’t right… what could they do?A month passed, and Zayne knew Elmy had gone for a check-up. But there were still no signs of pregnancy, even though they had been intimate regularly. Following every recommendation, maintaining proper nutrition—doing everything the doctor advised.More than anything, Zayne had started to hate how all of this felt like a task. No longer something they wanted—just something they had to do. Elmy kept gi

“Mom?” Elmy didn’t expect Isabella to show up at her house. The woman brought food and several luxury items with her. Elmy wasn’t sure what this meant, but she hoped it was a good sign. “What are you doing here?”“I just felt like visiting,” Isabella said as she placed her designer bag on the glass table, her eyes scanning the room with quiet judgment. When she turned, her gaze stopped at a photo of Elmy and Zayne on display.Her brows furrowed. “When did you take that picture?”“Um… when I was in Whistler. Zayne came there after he heard I got hurt,” Elmy replied carefully.Isabella fell silent, then turned back to her with disbelief written all over her face. “Zayne? Went all the way to Whistler just for you? That’s impossible.”“Why do you doubt that? Even though our marriage…” Elmy paused, pressing her lips together before continuing, “he actually cares about me.”A cold smile formed on Isabella’s lips. “And you believe that?” she said, her tone laced with mockery.Isabella pulled