บททั้งหมดของ His Regret: I Am Untouchable Now: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

JASPERI stared at the screen, waiting and refreshing, tapping my fingers on the table absent-mindedly.Access to the file was denied. I moved the cursor again and clicked into another section. It was the same thing.“Fuck!” I muttered under my breath, slamming the table with my fist.System fails, and file glitches, but not this clean. I leaned closer, resting my elbow on the desk, fingers brushing my jaw as I opened the backend logs.Searching for anything, any trace that someone had been here before me. Because if the records had been tampered with, the system would always show.I inhaled as rows of timestamps filled the screen. I scrolled, slower this time.The override entries were still there, but the consultation logs and approval signatures were still missing, like in other sections I previously checked.I straightened slightly in my chair as I looked into it. It was only then that I concluded that half of Seraphina’s file and pregnancy verification didn’t exist anymore.“Was

QUINN“Hello, daughter…”The voice and word settled deep. I opened my mouth, then stopped, because suddenly, I didn’t know what to say.My fingers tightened around the phone. Morrison said something, my name, I think. But it sounded very far away.“Hello,” I finally spoke into the phone.There was a pause on the other end. Then the woman exhaled lightly like she had been trying to reach me for a long time.In that moment, I felt everything and nothing.“Finally,” she said, “I have been trying to—”The air felt thick. I was already sweating at the back of my neck.“Who is this?” I asked.Morrison had gone completely still beside me. I could feel all his attention shift fully to me. The woman didn’t answer immediately.“You don’t recognize my voice?” the woman said.There was something dangerous about that question. Because when I first heard it, it was unmistakably familiar.“I asked you a question,” I said, slower now. “Who is this?”A pause.“...Amara?”She called the name to confirm

MORRISONWhen Quinn left, her absence stayed behind.I remained rooted in the exact spot she left me. My eyes drifted to the chair where she had sat earlier. Even the glass she touched was still on the table. One side is slightly stained with lipstick.I carried the loss of her presence quietly. Minutes ago, she was in my arms. Now, she is with Joe. The thought irritated me so much.“Sorry.”Her voice replayed again, that moment she pulled back. It resounded in my head. I loosened my tie slowly and walked toward the window, overlooking the city below.My fingers pressed lightly against the cold glass. I could still feel her body against mine. Her voice.“Why will you go to any length for me?”I shut my eyes briefly. Somewhere between protecting Quinn and searching for the truth, I lost my objectivity completely. But the realization didn’t bother me. It was Quinn after all.The woman I never stopped loving. The one I fought for until she was taken away from me. And if fate has it that

QUINN“You disappeared with a man who has been obsessively investigating you for weeks…”Joe’s voice followed me upstairs like a shadow.I shut the door hard and leaned against it briefly. My chest still felt tight from the argument.I scoffed and pulled my heels off roughly. Joe was becoming too concerned with what I do.But the truth is, he wasn’t entirely wrong. Something was happening between Morrison and me, but this time, I didn’t want it to stop.For the first time in a very long time, I felt more alive and fresh. Morrison looked at me like something precious, wanted and desired.His hands didn’t touch me carelessly. Each touch gave me goosebumps.Somewhere along the line. Jasper had made me think I stopped being enough. But Morrison, he touched me like he had been starving for me.I walked deeper into the room slowly, my fingers reaching for the zipper of my dress. The material slipped down my body and pulled softly at my feet.I noticed my bra strap still hung slightly lower

QUINN“You think Xavier did this?”The question hit the room hard and stayed there dangerously. Joe didn’t answer immediately.Deep down, I already feared the answer.Joe sat calmly on the couch, elbows resting against his knees. My picture on one of the trending articles sat largely on the laptop screen before him.It still didn’t feel real that the entire world was discussing me. I hugged my arms tightly around myself. Thousands of questions flood my mind all at the same time.“Joe,” I called again.His eyes finally lifted toward me.“Call him," he said.I wiped my sweaty palm on my face.“Call who?”“Xavier, of course.”Though he was calm and seemed to have peace in the midst of chaos, his voice carried raw urgency.I stared at him for a second before grabbing my phone immediately. My fingers trembled as I searched for Xavier’s number.He answered before the first ring completed. Almost like he had been waiting beside the phone for me to call.“Quinn.”My chest tightened instantly