All Chapters of The Don’s Dangerous Addiction: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

After the interrogation ended, Avery returned to the small courtyard.She kept watch by her mother's bedside for half the night. Sleep came in fragments, shallow and restless, never quite settling into true rest. Every rustle of the sheets, every shift of her mother's breathing pulled her back to the surface of consciousness. She dozed in the chair beside the bed, her hand still resting on her mother's wrist, checking the pulse out of habit even in her half-conscious state.At dawn, the nurse arrived to take over the shift. The sky hadn't fully brightened yet, a pale grey light barely seeping through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. Avery was already up, pulling on her coat and stepping back into the black sedan arranged by the Winster family.The car was cold, the leather seats stiff and unwarmed, the air carrying the faint scent of rain and rubber. She leaned back against the headrest, her gaze fixed on the streets scrolling past the window. Her mind was blank, h

April in Sunset City. The air carried the faint sweetness of returning spring, the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers mingling in the gentle breeze that drifted through the open windows.In the high-rise apartment building, afternoon sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, warming the wooden floorboards until they were almost hot to the touch. The light slanted across the room in long, golden rectangles, casting soft shadows against the pale walls.Outside the windows, clusters of lilacs swayed in the soft wind, their pale purple hue painting the entire street below in a wash of delicate color. The blossoms seemed to go on forever, a sea of purple stretching down the boulevard.This place was peaceful, warm, slow-paced. The rhythm of life here was unhurried, the streets quiet, the air clean.It was a world away from the cold, industrial gloom that had hung over Obsidian City and Diamond City like a permanent shadow—the constant hum of machinery, the grey skies,

Sunset City Private Convalescent Hospital.Avery had changed into a crisp new white coat, her chest bearing the elegant nameplate engraved with "Doris Morris." The fabric of the coat still carried that fresh, just-issued scent, and the nameplate caught the light with every movement she made.The deputy director personally led the way, not only speaking with extreme courtesy but also assigning her the most sun-drenched independent senior consultation room in the psychology department. It had a massive floor-to-ceiling window that let the spring light pour in, warming the wooden desk until it was pleasant to the touch. The view overlooked the hospital's manicured gardens, a sea of green stretching toward the horizon.However, such an unprecedented "parachute" appointment—a stunningly beautiful newcomer landing directly in the department's most coveted position—landed like a massive bomb in the eyes of the other senior doctors.During the lunch break, the break room was thick with the ar

Half an hour after the inspection tour, the noise in the administrative corridor gradually faded.Avery returned to her private consultation room. She had just closed the door and hadn't yet had a chance to exhale when a soft click sounded behind her.On the patient chair, which should have been empty, someone was already seated.Evan Thorne had removed the gold-rimmed glasses that masked his true nature in public—the lenses that had projected that warm, gentle facade to the world. He was folding them slowly, methodically, before slipping them into his inner pocket. His posture was relaxed, yet every line of his body radiated controlled power.He leaned back in the chair, his impeccably tailored suit lending him an air of aristocratic elegance. His eyes, no longer obscured by glass, gleamed with unrestrained amusement—thick, almost syrupy, impossible to read."Long time no see." Evan let out a low, gentle laugh, his voice warm as silk.Avery's fingers tightened around the door handle.

The morning of Sunset City was completely engulfed by a sudden, torrential downpour. Rain hammered against the streets, turning the gutters into rushing streams. At the entrance of St. George's Academy, the heavy rain battered the leaves into a frantic rustling, the sound almost deafening in the storm.Avery held Dorothea's hand tightly, watching as her daughter completed the complex and high-level enrollment procedures. When she saw the little girl being personally escorted into the teaching building by a Royal Fellow—a distinguished academic figure whose reputation spanned the entire Federation—the knot that had been lodged in her chest for days finally loosened. She had been carrying that anxiety for nights on end, barely sleeping, and now a weight she hadn't even realized she was holding finally lifted."Avery."A warm, familiar voice cut through the curtain of rain.Evan stood not far away, holding an umbrella. He was dressed in his usual refined manner today—a perfectly tailored