All Chapters of Pregnant After The Contract Ended : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Back in the city, a big black car pulled up to the Ashford mansion. Victor stepped out. He didn't look happy. He walked into the house like he wanted to break the walls."VALENTINA! LUCAS!" he roared.They met him in the dining room. Victor threw a folder on the table. It was the photos from the photographer."Explain this!" Victor yelled at Lucas. "I spend millions to keep the Ashford name clean, and you go to a cheap apartment to visit a nobody? Do you want to destroy our stocks?"Lucas looked at the photos. He didn't look scared. He looked bored. "She is a friend, Victor. I go there to talk about books. Something I can't do in this house.""I don't care about books!" Victor screamed. "I care about the merger! If the public thinks you are a cheater, the deal is dead. You will stop seeing this woman immediately. Or I will make sure she disappears from this city forever."Valentina looked at Lucas. She wanted him to fight for her, but she saw that he didn't care."Father," Valentina s

London was cold that morning.A soft fog covered the streets, and the air smelled like rain and coffee. Cars moved slowly beside the wet sidewalks while people rushed to work with coats wrapped tightly around their bodies.Inside Naomi’s apartment, the kitchen was warm and bright.Martha stood near the stove making pancakes while Leo sat at the table drawing on a piece of paper with colored pencils.“I made a dragon,” Leo announced proudly.Martha laughed softly. “That dragon looks more like a fat chicken.”“It’s not a chicken,” Leo argued seriously. “It breathes fire.”Naomi smiled while pouring tea into three cups.These small moments healed her heart.For years, life had been full of fear and running. But now, in London, she finally had mornings like this. Quiet mornings. Warm mornings.Still…Something inside her felt restless today.She walked toward the window and pulled the curtain slightly.The street below looked normal.A woman walked her dog.Two students crossed the road l

The rain stopped early that morning, but the sky over London still looked gray and heavy.Naomi stood near the window inside her apartment with a cup of coffee in her hands. She looked down at the street below while the city slowly woke up.People walked quickly with bags and umbrellas. Cars moved through the wet roads. Somewhere nearby, music played softly from a café.Everything looked normal.But inside Naomi, nothing felt normal anymore.The man in the black coat still haunted her thoughts.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him watching Leo from across the street.Watching quietly.Watching patiently.Like a hunter.“Mama?”Naomi turned around immediately.Leo stood in the hallway rubbing his eyes. He was still wearing his blue pajamas with little stars on them.“You’re awake early,” Naomi said softly.Leo walked over and hugged her waist.“I had another dream.”Naomi’s heart tightened slightly.“What kind of dream?”“The tall man again.”Naomi froze for one second.“The sam

That night, after Leo finally fell asleep, Naomi stayed beside his bed for a long time.The room was quiet except for the soft sound of his breathing. The small night lamp near the wall gave the room a warm golden color. Leo hugged his stuffed bear while sleeping peacefully, and Naomi slowly brushed her fingers through his hair.Sometimes she still could not believe he was already five years old.Five years.Five years of raising him alone.Five years of hiding.Five years of trying to stay strong even when she wanted to break apart.“You deserve a better life than this,” she whispered softly.Leo moved a little in his sleep but did not wake up.Naomi smiled sadly and pulled the blanket higher over his body before quietly leaving the room.When she entered the living room, Martha was sitting on the couch with her knitting basket beside her.“You’re still awake?” Naomi asked softly.Martha smiled a little. “Old people sleep less.”Naomi sat beside her tiredly and leaned her head back.

Naomi stepped aside and allowed Professor Evans into the apartment.“I’m sorry for disturbing you this late,” he said while holding up the paper bag. “The bakery near the gallery was still open, and I remembered you saying you liked cinnamon pastries.”Naomi smiled softly while taking the bag from him.“That was one time.”“Yes,” he said with a small smile, “but artists remember strange details.”Naomi laughed quietly again.It surprised her a little how easy it felt talking to him.Not heavy.Not complicated.Just easy.“Please sit,” she said.Professor Evans looked around the apartment while removing his coat. The place was small but warm. Leo’s drawings were stuck on the refrigerator with colorful magnets, and books were piled neatly beside the couch.“It feels peaceful here,” he said honestly.Naomi looked around too.“It’s home.”There was something soft in her voice when she said it.Not long ago, she never thought she would have a place that truly felt like hers.Professor Evan