All Chapters of Divorced, Now Mated To His Billionaire Uncle : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Samantha I didn’t eat much of what we bought at the night market, but I still enjoyed every second of it. The smell of grilled meat and sweet pastries hung in the air, warm and inviting. I liked holding the food, feeling the heat through the paper wrappers, standing in line with everyone else like I used to. It felt normal in a way I had not felt in a long time. Zephyr ended up eating most of what we got, and he did not seem to mind at all. If anything, he looked amused every time I handed something over after just a bite or two. As long as I was enjoying myself, he was happy to finish the rest. The night had grown colder, but I was not ready to leave. There was something comforting about being here, surrounded by familiar sights and sounds. Laughter echoed from different stalls, voices blended together, and for a moment, it felt like I had stepped back into my old life. I slowed to a stop in front of a dart game stall, a small smile forming without me realizing it. "I used to pl

Zephyr grinned like the whole situation amused him. "Well, yeah. Why wouldn’t they? I mean, look at me." He gestured to himself with exaggerated confidence. "I’m rich, I’m charming, I buy you things, and... let’s be honest here... I’m very easy on the eyes." I couldn’t help the small shake of my head, even as a faint smile tugged at my lips. The more time I spent with him, the more I saw this side of him. A little full of himself, sure, but somehow it didn’t come off as annoying. It was... oddly endearing. "Mr. Lloyd," I sighed, glancing at him, "you are way too full of yourself." "But am I wrong?" he asked, clearly enjoying himself. "... Unfortunately, no." Even saying that felt strange. A few months ago, none of this would have made sense. The internet had spent so long pairing us together, turning every small interaction into something bigger. And now that it was real, they weren’t tearing it apart. They were celebrating it. I looked down at my hands, my fingers fidgeti

If I let myself look at him any longer, I knew I would lose all sense of responsibility and crawl right back into bed with him.Zephyr stretched, then pushed himself up and walked over to the nightstand. He opened one of the drawers and took out a few small bottles before turning back to me. "I want to see you off," he said, his voice still rough with sleep as he rubbed his eyes. He placed the vitamins in my hand. "You get busy and forget to eat sometimes. I don’t want you getting sick, so take these before you start working, okay?"I blinked, caught off guard by something so simple.This man. Honestly.How did he always notice things like this? It was never just the big gestures. It was the small, quiet details that made it impossible not to feel cared for.I took the bottles from him, then rose onto my toes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you," I murmured, smiling against his mouth. "I’ll take them, I promise."He let out a low sound of approval, his hand sliding around

Samantha I paused, my thoughts catching up with me.Wait.Was this jealousy?The idea felt strange.I had spent years with someone who never cared about loyalty. Rowan moved from one woman to another so easily that, at some point, I had stopped reacting. There had been no point.Somewhere along the way, I had forgotten what jealousy even felt like.But this was different.This feeling sat heavy in my chest, sharp and unfamiliar. It made me uneasy, a little irritated, and more emotional than I expected.Was this normal?Did I even have the right to feel this way?I hadn’t fully sorted out my feelings for Zephyr yet, and here I was acting like I had any claim over him.It didn’t seem fair.Still, I couldn’t deny it.I didn’t like the thought of him being close to other women.Not even a little.“Samantha! You have a guest!”The door burst open, pulling me out of my thoughts. A staff member stood there, practically glowing with excitement.“Who?” I asked, frowning slightly.“It’s Mr. Ll

I felt Zephyr’s fingers tighten around mine, his thumb brushing gently over my skin in a slow, steady rhythm that was meant to calm me. It helped, a little, but not enough to quiet everything going on inside my head.“Sweetheart,” he said softly, his voice gentler than before, “do you want to see a doctor? Just to be sure?”I swallowed, suddenly aware of how dry my throat felt.“It’s just a check-up,” he continued, keeping his tone even. “And no matter what the results are, there’s nothing we can’t handle.”My gaze dropped to our hands. His warmth grounded me, but the nervous feeling in my chest refused to fade.“Zephyr…” I murmured, my voice uncertain. “What if the results confirm that I really can’t have children?”He looked at me like the question didn’t even make sense.“Then we move on with our lives,” he said simply. “Just like we always planned.”“But—”“No buts,” he cut in gently. “You’re my mate, and that’s not going to change. What happened to you, what you went through, tha