All Chapters of Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“The surgery went well. We’ll continue to monitor Mr. Carson’s condition,” the doctor said as he removed his mask. “For now, only immediate family members are allowed to see him.” Zayne tightened his grip on his phone and turned back toward the operating room doors. The heat in his chest was still swirling, but he forced himself to stay calm. After listening to part of the doctor’s explanation, he sat down and stared again at his dead screen. Sunny went in briefly to check on her father, who had just undergone pancreatic surgery. Zayne rubbed his temples. This was out of control. Since this morning, he had been ignoring Sunny’s calls. When he finally saw the ten missed calls and her messages, he couldn’t ignore it anymore. Her father had been diagnosed with a pancreatic blockage caused by years of heavy drinking. It could’ve been fatal, so he’d been taken into surgery that afternoon. Luckily, it was successful. Unfortunately, that good news did nothing to ease Zayne’s mind. His con

A sharp, stabbing pain throbbed through Zayne’s head as consciousness slowly returned. He blinked, trying to clear the thin haze clouding his vision. As everything gradually came into focus, the sterile smell of antiseptic hit him, along with the steady hum of hospital equipment.A hospital. He knew that smell. Knew that sound. He’d once stood in a room like this, watching someone he loved lie motionless in a hospital bed—his father.Slowly, he turned his head and found Sunny watching him, waiting for a reaction. “Huh… why am I here?”“You were hurt, Zayne.” Sunny gripped his hand tightly, but he quickly pulled away, reaching up to touch the bandage wrapped around his forehead.Right. His head was bandaged. Was it that bad?Not far from the bed, Gion stood on the phone. The moment he ended the call and saw Zayne awake, he rushed over.“Mr. Zayne! My God, how did you even get into an accident?” Gion snapped, his voice thick with worry.Zayne gave a faint smile at the overreaction and

“Why are you here? I told you to stay home,” Zayne said when Elmy walked into his room. She looked pale and exhausted, but she’d clearly forced herself to come anyway.“I’m fine.” She stepped up to his hospital bed and scanned him from head to toe. “You don’t have a concussion, right?”Zayne’s lips curved. The question amused him. “No.”“Anything broken? Gion said the car was completely wrecked. There’s no way you walked away without a scratch,” Elmy said, moving closer to inspect him again, which only made him smile.“Don’t overreact. Sit down. You’re probably still jet-lagged.” Zayne patted the edge of his bed, and she obeyed. Her slender fingers rubbed her forehead before she let out a quiet sigh of relief.“How did this even happen to you?” she asked.If she knew the real reason, she’d probably blame herself. Zayne pressed his lips into a thin line, thinking of an excuse. He could feel her eyes on him the entire time.“You were speeding because you were mad at me, weren’t you?”Za

The weather outside couldn’t have been more different from what Ford was feeling. Heat. Intense, addictive heat.But when he noticed Sunny wasn’t closing her eyes—like her mind was somewhere else—he cupped her face gently.“Focus, Sunny.”Maybe she was worried he’d get fired from the hospital. Or maybe she was afraid he wouldn’t take responsibility if something happened. Whatever it was, it made her tense. Ford felt it. He kissed her softly, trying to pull her back to him.“Don’t worry,” he whispered before moving again, drawing a quiet moan from her lips.Earlier that day, Zayne’s secretary had asked him to meet that evening at a restaurant. Ford was certain Zayne wouldn’t do anything reckless—like fake an IVF procedure. The man had too much at stake beyond his reputation.Ford studied Sunny’s flushed face, brushing his thumb across her cheek before deepening the rhythm slightly.“You like that?” he murmured.She nodded, breath unsteady.“Ford—”Hearing his name from her lips made hi

Even though Sunny wasn’t with them, that didn’t mean the tension between them had disappeared. If anything, after the argument in the guest room earlier, the wall between them had only grown higher. Elmy knew she had made Zayne angry today with her cold attitude.Was she not allowed to fight back when her heart was hurting? Did Zayne think she would just stay quiet and let everything go the way he wanted?No. Absolutely not.When Zayne firmly asked to cancel their agreement to save his own feelings, Elmy had refused outright. Even when he offered a fresh start for their relationship, she had already shut that door tight.There was no such thing as starting over. There was only ending it now.The clinking of forks and knives broke the silence. Gianna, who was serving them, looked too uncomfortable to even speak. The middle-aged woman glanced back and forth between Elmy and Zayne.“I’ll sleep in my old room starting tonight.”Zayne looked up and set his spoon down on the table with a ha