All Chapters of Sweet forbidden love: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Bright streaks of sunlight pierced through the window, washing over my face and forcing me to flutter my swollen eyes open. To be honest, I both wanted to wake up and wished I had never had to.I had just endured a horrific nightmare. I thought that by waking, I would escape it, but I was wrong. The moment I opened my eyes, I was forced to confront a brutal reality. The memories of that terrible night flooded back into my brain.I didn't want this.I tried to squeeze my eyes shut to go back to sleep, hoping to find a sweeter dream, but I tossed and turned in vain. The nightmare clung to me like a haunting obsession. I finally forced my heavy eyelids open and surveyed the familiar sight of my room, finding a small measure of comfort in its walls.Last night, I dreamed he left me for another girl. I ran and ran until my legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the cold ground, unable to catch him. His silhouette vanished into the intersection, leaving me strande

Even though it was hard to understand, I still did as he said.I downed the glass of orange juice in one go, but I didn't forget to flirt with him while I drank. I was well aware of the advantages of the dress I was wearing. Because of its wide neckline, the moment I leaned down, he would have a perfect view of my cleavage from his vantage point.After finishing the drink, I turned to look at him. His eyes had grown deep and unreadable. It seemed he had caught on to my plan to seduce him.So what? I didn't care.I tried to press closer to him, reaching out proactively to wrap my arms around his neck before planting a kiss on his cheek."Hubby, I missed you."I couldn’t believe I was capable of saying something so cheesy. Regardless, I was in the middle of seducing him, so I had to be a bit thick-skinned.He didn't resist, nor did he let any emotion show on his face. Slowly, his arm wound around my waist, pulling me into a tight

I sat there, leaning against the stairs as sweat began to pour down my face. I didn't dare move, fearing I might tumble down or, worse, encounter some ghost lurking in the shadows.I had always been faint-hearted.As I sat there in a panic, unsure of what to do, a sudden, thunderous blast ripped through the air.Bang. Bang. Bang.The consecutive explosions made my heart stop. My entire body jolted with every thundering sound.Immediately following the blasts, the lights flickered on, illuminating every corner of the house. I looked around in a daze, my eyes darting from one side of the room to the other.The popping sounds erupted once more, accompanied by colorful scraps of paper fluttering through the air. It turned out those explosions were nothing more than party poppers."Happy Birthday, Ava."While I was still reeling from the shock, a familiar voice rang out. I looked down at the foot of the stairs. A crowd had gathered

After that, I walked away. Truthfully, I had eaten so much cake earlier that I felt nauseous at the thought of another bite. My stomach couldn't hold any more food. I had simply used that as an excuse so he could focus on his business talk while I went to get some fresh air.I wasn't sure why, but as I wandered, my feet somehow led me back to the swimming pool behind the house.A small smile played on my lips as a mix of joy and sadness welled up inside me. I tucked my dress up and sat down on the tiled edge, letting my feet dangle into the water.Since the weather had turned cold, the water felt as though it wanted to freeze my legs. Goosebumps broke out across my skin. Even so, I happily splashed around.Every time I came to this pool, memories flooded back. There were happy moments and sad ones. An entire childhood of memories rushed over me.I even remembered the time Eleanor played her wicked trick, faking a fall into the pool and trying to dr

I arched an eyebrow at him. He looked incredibly serious, with not a hint of deceit in his expression."Listen to me, you need to stop this. I don't want to be dependent."He continued to cling to my leg, putting on a pouting face."I want to get married right here, and now, so I have someone to hold at night. I want to see you first thing in the morning and have you cook for me.""How is that being dependent? I can take care of you for the rest of your life."I saw so much longing in his eyes.Damn it.I had forgotten one major issue. He was thirty-four years old now. By general standards, he was quite mature. It was rare for someone to reach this age without being married or having children.No wonder I always saw long-legged girls lining up to chase after him.Yet I felt sorry for him. If I calculated it out, I wouldn't graduate for another four years. Would we really wait until he was thirty-eight to get married?