All Chapters of His Dad Calls Me Baby: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

On their last night, Alexander drove me to a remote wild lake.The water was a vivid blue, reflecting the snow-capped mountains and starry sky—beautiful beyond words.A tent was already pitched on the shore, a bonfire crackled brightly, and meat and vegetables roasted on a rack, filling the air with rich aroma.No one else was around.Only the wind, the water, and the pop of burning embers.The firelight flickered, casting our shadows on the ground.The skewers sizzled and dripped oil over the flames, their scent mixing with pine smoke in the crisp air.I wrapped myself in a thick wool shawl, sipping hot milk tea as I watched Alexander turn the skewers.This man always had a way of showing this unexpected, down-to-earth side of himself—so unlike his status.Alexander handed me a perfectly charred yak meat skewer."Try it. Careful, it's hot."I took a bite.The meat was crispy on the outside, tender inside, seaso

I fell into a deep sleep. I didn't know how long I'd been out when a warm touch brushed my eyelids, light as a feather, and his lips pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.Outside, the sky was faintly light."Lisa, look at the sunrise."Too sleepy to open my eyes, I snuggled closer, arm slung over his waist and hand resting on his stomach, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath my palm."Not now. I'm tired."Alexander chuckled softly, wrapping me tightly in a thick down jacket and carrying me out of the tent.The cold wind jolted me awake, making me gasp and cling to his shirt, my face buried in his chest and fingers fisting the fabric.The eastern sky was pale, snow-capped mountain peaks touched with a streak of warm gold that spread gradually, painting the entire sky. Morning mist hung like silk over the lake, reflecting the clouds and scattering golden sparks like a fantasy.It was breathtakingly beautiful."Beautiful, isn't it?"Alexand

Wes Brooks was completely stunned. The alcohol in his system sobered up halfway."You hated her guts not that long ago, man.""You put Lisa through hell just for Winnie.""I don't fucking know why!"Ethan Knight raked a hand through his hair, his voice raw with frustration and confusion."Every time I got close to Winnie, it was like I was under some spell.""I'd lose my mind, think she hung the moon and stars. Whatever she said went.""There was this string pulling me toward her, forcing me to treat Lisa like dirt."His voice dropped, thick with a bewilderment he couldn't unpack."It was like something else was calling the shots for me.""But now Lisa's gone. Far away from me.""That string? It snapped."He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace."Finally, I see what I threw away."His voice faded to a murmur, swallowed by a crushing sense of helplessness.Wes stared at his friend's half-dead state,

Wes Brooks was completely stunned. The alcohol in his system sobered up halfway.I returned to my apartment and sank into the bathtub immediately.The hot water wrapped around my sore limbs, and I let out a long sigh of relief.Those reckless days in Southwest China felt like a fever dream. Only when I landed in New York did the sense of reality slowly creep back.I was so tired my eyelids felt heavy. I towel-dried my hair haphazardly, collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly.I slept like a log all night.When I opened my eyes again, the sky was bright.My phone buzzed nonstop. I grabbed it and saw a text from Alexander Knight, short and to the point.[Basement B2, downstairs from your building.]I raised an eyebrow, threw off the covers and got out of bed.I washed up quickly. My reflection in the mirror still looked sleepy, but there was a spark in my eyes.I put on a light layer of makeup, got ready in a hurry and he

The elevator climbed, numbers flickering upward.In the confined space, only our soft breaths lingered.Alexander Knight lowered his gaze, his eyes fixed on the top of my head—gone was the calm he'd shown while reprimanding Ethan."Boyfriend? Extremely jealous? Terrible temper, hmm?"His voice dropped, brushing my ear like silk.I lifted my head, meeting his dark, intense gaze without backing down. I leaned in slightly, my shoulder brushing his chest, a light, deliberate move, a silent provocation."Isn't that true?""The way you tore into your son earlier, every word cut like a knife.""I was absolutely terrified."My words were laced with feigned fear, but my eyes sparkled with mischief. I traced the button on his shirt collar with my index finger, slow and teasing, as I spoke.Alexander's Adam's apple bobbed. His fingers curled slightly, and he couldn't resist reaching out.His thumb brushed gently across my lower lip&m