บททั้งหมดของ The Magnate's Pregnant Nurse: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Chapter 81Marcelo blinked, surprised. For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to say to a child.Then he smiled."I’ll see you in a few days so we can check the test results.""Thank you, doctor," Maitê said, holding her daughter’s hand.Clara was about to leave when she stopped, turned around, and began making quick signs.Maitê watched and translated with a small smile:"She invited you to her birthday. It’ll be next week… Saturday, during the day, at the mansion."Marcelo looked at the girl, touched."I’ll be there, princess."Clara broke into a wide smile and waved goodbye.---The days passed faster than Maitê had imagined.The routine came back in full force. Between taking care of the twins, Clara’s school, and household responsibilities, time seemed to slip through her fingers.Rafael, even with his busy schedule at the company, made a point of visiting Mara at the hospital every day. Daniel also showed up whenever he could.Meanwhile, at the mansion, preparations

Chapter 83That same night, Clara opened the balcony door of her room. The soft breeze touched her face, making a few strands of her hair dance around it. Her eyes automatically lifted to the sky. The moon was full, beautiful and intense. Just like she felt inside. A shiver ran through her skin.It was as if everything she had kept inside… everything she had lived, overcome, felt in silence for so long… was asking to come out. And it did… in the form of music.She took a deep breath… and began to sing, softly at first:"She’s just a girl… and she’s on fire…"Her voice grew stronger, along with her heart."Hotter than a fantasy… lonely like a highway…"Her eyes sparkled. There was no more fear or silence in them."No one can put out what she’s got…"She placed her hand over her chest, feeling her heart beat fast."She’s on top of the world…"Her voice echoed through the night, strong, alive, and free.Inside the room, without her noticing, Maitê stopped at the door, watching in silence

Chapter 85He hugged her gently; those moments felt magical to her."I’ve taken care of you since you were a child," Marcelo murmured, his chin resting on her hair. His tone carried regret. "I want you to forgive me. I don’t know what came over me, I shouldn’t have done that…"Clara pulled away slightly, looking at him with a disappointed expression that pierced his heart."What?"Marcelo took a deep breath."You don’t love me, little princess. It’s not love between a man and a woman like you’re imagining. Our love is fraternal."She felt a heavy tear well up, then another. Her chest tightened so much it felt like she couldn’t breathe. His words echoed in her mind like a cruel echo."But… I…," her voice broke, choked. "I feel something different. I thought…"Marcelo held her face with both hands, in a gentle, paternal touch."I know you feel something. And I feel a great affection for you too. But it’s the affection of someone who watched you grow up, who treated you like a little sis

Chapter 87His gaze was like that of a predator: intense and hungry. Marcelo kissed her again, pressing his tongue against hers with urgency. Both of their breathing quickened. She felt her body react in a different, visceral way: her core pulsed intensely, a warm, urgent heat spreading between her legs.He suddenly stopped as soon as he felt himself getting aroused. He pulled away abruptly, turning his back to her, his breathing heavy."I’m sorry, Clara! I’m sorry... I’m sorry... Enough! You should go."She stood there, disoriented, her body throbbing and her heart racing. She tried to get closer, touching his arm.Marcelo pulled away as if he had been shocked."I don’t know what I was thinking! Please, go."He turned his face slightly, his voice coming out hoarse and full of guilt."We need to stay away from each other for a while. So we can forget what happened. Forgive me, princess. This will never happen again. I would never take advantage of you. Go..."Clara stood still, her ch

Chapter 89The next day, Clara woke up early. The sunlight streamed through the open windows, lighting up the room. She got up, took a quick shower, and put on light denim shorts, a loose white top, and comfortable sneakers. She tied her hair into a high ponytail and put on sunglasses.She went downstairs barefoot, grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen, and headed out with no specific destination, like a regular tourist in Santorini. Her phone was left forgotten on the bedside table, exactly where she had left it the night before dinner.She walked through the narrow streets of Oia, stopping to take pictures. She bought a lemon gelato at a small ice cream shop and sat on a low wall, enjoying it slowly while watching the sea.For a few hours, she managed to feel light. She was just an 18-year-old girl exploring a beautiful island. Without thinking about rejection, without thinking about Marcelo’s gaze, without thinking about what she would say to her parents when she returned.She