All Chapters of His Dad Calls Me Baby: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

A heavy silence blanketed the lawn.Every eye was fixed on me, awaiting my response.The artificial glow of countless roses illuminated a sea of expectant faces.The acrid scent of spent fireworks lingered in the air.Beside me, Roy Shen's knuckles tightened around his champagne flute, the chill of condensation seeping into his skin.Watching Ethan's grand display, a cold disdain settled in Roy's chest. Embers that had smoldered for years suddenly flared, hot and bright.Too late.He only saw it now? Only felt regret now?He'd treated me as an afterthought, and now had the gall to stage this selfish spectacle?Memories of their RISD years surfaced. How many times had he witnessed Ethan mock her earnest efforts? How many nights had he seen me flee their fights, my figure a lonely silhouette under the harsh streetlights?Back then, he'd been relegated to just the classmate with a warm drink. He'd stood by, powerless, watching me slowly

Roy Shen guided me along the quiet, tree-lined path.The noise and awkwardness faded behind them.The evening breeze swept through, carrying a sharp chill.Roy slipped off his casual blazer and moved to drape it over my shoulders.I stepped aside.Subtle.Clean.The coat, still warm from his body, fell through empty air."No need. Thanks."My tone was polite.Distant."I’m not cold."Roy’s hand froze mid-air.He withdrew it smoothly.Draped it over his arm.He looked at me.Moonlight traced the sharp, clean lines of his profile.His eyes held something far deeper than casual charm."Lisa. Was what he said true?"I stopped walking.I met his gaze directly."Is what true?""That you turned him down. Completely."A beat of silence passed."Was it because of me?"His voice was low.Direct.Edged with careful hesitation."Is it real? Or j

At my words, Alexander didn't show the slightest displeasure. Instead, a flicker of amusement crossed his eyes, like he'd known I'd say exactly that.He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the entryway console table on either side of me, caging me completely within his space."I know. I rushed it."He admitted it readily, his voice low and smooth."Twenty-two. Your world just opened up. Endless prospects. You shouldn't be tied down by a marriage contract."Alexander seemed to read every hesitation I had. His thumb traced gently across my cheek, cutting off the words still forming on my lips."I'm ten years older. Asking you to marry me at this point probably sounds like I'm taking advantage of your inexperience, like I'm manipulating a young woman who doesn't know any better.""But sweetheart, this isn't some impulse on my part.""The Knights aren't an ordinary family. And the old man is no pushover.""If he can't get what he wants throu

Afterward, the bedroom was filled with nothing but shallow, ragged breaths.I lay limp and sated in the tangled sheets, my throat raw and dry."Water."Alexander chuckled, pressed a kiss to my damp temple, and got up.His back was broad, his waist narrow, littered with fresh scratches.When he returned, he held two bottles of water.He twisted the cap off one and held it to my lips, carefully supporting the back of my neck as he let me drink slowly.The water soothed my throat, easing the hoarseness.I let out a soft sigh. A few strands of wet hair clung to my flushed cheeks.Alexander wiped a stray drop from the corner of my mouth, then glanced at the ruined sheets."I’ve got to change these. No way we’re sleeping on that."He moved toward the closet against the wall, like he already knew where everything was.My apartment wasn’t big, but it was warm, decorated in soft hues.The air smelled like the

I stared at Ethan's ashen, crumbling face and let out a low, cold laugh. I twisted the knife deeper. "Once you hated me for clinging to you. Now I’m clinging to your dad." "Does that feel good?" "Hearing me call him husband. Hearing him tell me to be good." "How does it feel to be my precious little stepson now?" "Ah!!!" He clamped his hands over his head and let out a savage, broken scream. Sobs tore out of his throat. Collapse. Absurdity. Crushing regret swallowed him whole. "Why…why him of all people…" Blood vessels burst in his bloodshot eyes. He looked wild, desperate. "How dare you…" "How dare the two of you?!" I looked down and smoothed my skirt, my tone lazy and cruel. "Why wouldn’t we dare?" "Your dad made the first move. He forced me to get the marriage license. He’s the one who made me call him husband." Something suddenly clicked in his head. His pupils shrank violent