Too Late to Win Me Back, Mr. Ex! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

The hospital room felt far calmer than it had a few days ago. There were no more hurried footsteps rushing through the corridor, no more suffocating sense of panic tightening in the chest. Only the soft rhythm of medical monitors, blending with the late afternoon light that streamed through the window, creating an atmosphere that was both warm and quiet.Auri sat half-reclined against the bed, one hand resting lightly over her stomach. She could feel the small movements there, movements that had now become the clearest reminder that she still had something precious to protect.Gia sat in the chair beside her, flipping through a magazine she was not truly reading. Every now and then, she glanced at Auri, making sure the woman did not look too exhausted.“Have you eaten?” she asked at last.Auri nodded faintly. “A little.”“A little is not enough,” Gia replied without looking up. “The doctor said you need to

Morning arrived more gently at Nocture, as if the little shop itself had decided not to rush the start of the day. Sunlight filtered through the front glass, falling softly across the floor and the worktable that was still untouched by activity. The scent of toasted bread and warm coffee filled the air, blending with the lingering fragrance of flowers from the day before.Auri sat in a chair near the window, both hands wrapped around a warm cup, while Gia busied herself arranging a simple breakfast on the small table.“You’re up early,” Gia said as she pulled out the chair across from her.Auri nodded lightly. “I couldn’t sleep much longer.”Gia glanced at her, then slid a plate closer. “Or is it because you’ve been thinking too much?”Auri smiled faintly. “Maybe.”They began eating in a silence that felt easy rather than awkward. Only the soft clink of spoons against plates c

Night had settled over the house again by the time Ethan finally returned, his steps no longer as quick as they used to be. There were no phone calls answered during the drive home, no music filling the silence of the car. Only his own thoughts, turning endlessly without direction.When the door opened, the house felt exactly as it had the night before: quiet, orderly, and empty in a way that felt different now, as though the walls still held traces of a life that was slowly fading away.“Ethan?” Valencia’s voice came from the living room.She appeared a few seconds later, relief crossing her face when she saw him. “You finally came home.”Ethan only gave a short nod. “Yeah.”“Have you eaten?” Valencia asked, stepping a little closer.“Not hungry.”Valencia let out a small breath, trying to read something in Ethan’s face, though he had become harder to understand than ever.“You can’t keep going like this.”Ethan said no

Morning arrived with light far too bright for a house still holding the tension of the night before.The dining table had already been set neatly, as always, as though nothing had changed.Valencia sat at the head of the table with a calmness that looked carefully constructed.Anna was already there as well, wearing a softness so polished it was nearly perfect. Her eyes were slightly swollen, but not excessively so. Her voice seemed prepared to break with fragility at any moment.Ethan came down the stairs without hurry, his steps steady, but there was something different in the way he looked at the room around him.There was no greeting. No visible reaction.He simply pulled out a chair and sat down, taking the glass in front of him without truly looking at anyone.“You’re up,” Valencia said, trying to open the conversation.Ethan gave a short nod. “Yeah.”Anna glanced at him, then spoke softly. “You didn’t come home la

That afternoon, Ethan’s office felt colder than usual.The air conditioner hummed as it always did. Sunlight streamed through the windows and fell in straight lines across the large desk before him. Yet nothing in the room could ease the pressure that had been building in his head since morning.He sat motionless, hands clasped on the desk, waiting.For the first time in a long while, he felt anxious about something he himself had asked to know. A small part of him was still hoping this would all turn out to be a misunderstanding. That at least one thing in his life had not completely collapsed.Two knocks sounded at the door.“Come in,” he said shortly.Rick entered carrying a thick dark folder. His assistant looked more serious than usual. He closed the door quietly behind him, then placed the file on Ethan’s desk.“This is everything I’ve been able to gather so far, sir,” Rick said.