All Chapters of Oh No! Mr CEO Is The Father Of My Kids: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

EVELYN.The car tyre rolled over a speed bump, causing me to jerk forward and inadvertently drifting me out of her thoughts. I fastened my hands against my thighs as I looked out of the windows."Are you alright?" Seeing the arch between my brows, Alex asked. It was almost as if he could sense the tension brewing behind the tightly shut windows. I threw my head over my shoulders to look back at him and with one hand around the steering wheel, he turned around for a second and our eyes met. "I'm just a little bit nervous. I mean what if she wants nothing to do with me and I just end up ruining her new family?" I asked, a little berserk and Alex scoffed. "I've watched enough movies to validate my worries, Alex.." I harkened, rolling my eyes to the back of my head.The moment his eyes darted back to the roads, the smirk across his lips seemed to vanish and just then he heaved a deep breath. "You'll be alright." Alex croaked and my eyes caught the 'Welcome to Portland' signboard which

HAZEL. "I enjoyed the start of the dinner," I said as I mounted the top of my front porch. Blake had stopped right behind me, his hands buried deep in his pockets. "Not so much the end." I added. I shook my head and my words were a little slurred from all the cocktails I’d been drinking. Blake inched closer to wedge me from falling and help with the foot but my eyes never left the side of his face. "I'm sorry if I said something that you didn't want to hear—I’m sorry if I’m still hung up on..." "It's open." He interrupted, holding the door for me to enter but I only glanced inside before looking back at him. "You should really go inside and get some rest. We can scrap tonight and see again tomorrow?” He said. His tone was questioning and there was a smirk across his lips. I pushed a hard lump down my throat. There was a tingling sensation in the bottom of my stomach and a countenance quite overtaken by the influence of alcohol. But even that could not explain my next action. B

HAZEL. I arose from the bed with a forceful jolt, realizing my whole life wasn't just a nightmare like I’d hoped it was. "Shit.” I cussed the moment I took the newspaper in my hands to see the headline that couldn't have been any more invasive and insulting to me. Running my hands through my hair, I exhaled a deep breath. When I finally brought my feet to reach the ground, I contemplated dialing the two men who had been dragged through the mud because of me. My hands quivered but out of fear of the uncertainty—the fear that neither of them would want nothing to do with me anymore. God, did I ruin everything that I touched. And now, I hated everything. I hated that the paparazzi had put me in such a position, stuck between two walls when all I wanted really was a normal life to begin with. Foolish of me to have thought I left all that behind in Seattle. I remembered when it happened with the Giselle incident and how exhausting it was on me then and now, it was as though I was

EVELYN."This has been my favorite restaurant whenever I visit LA." Josef said, he took his seat next to Kayla who then slipped her hands over his. Unconsciously, I let my gaze fall on their grip on each other before sitting up in my silk black dress. Kayla was in a lavender bedazzled short gown, the color outshining mine just a bit.To me, this was nothing fancy, I’d thought. Just a dinner with Kayla and Josef before they left back for Seattle the next day. So I just slipped on the only thing I had packed with me and put on some light makeup before coming here.Even Alex hadn't bothered to change from our road trip, he only wore his brown jacket over a white T-shirt and a cowboy hat which rested at the corner of the table. I let my gaze linger past it before it met with Kayla’s and she exhaled softly. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" She flashed a smile.It was, it was a sight not too far from the Hollywood sign and the winds that breezed across from here were gentle and warmly scented.

ELIZABETH.THIRTY YEARS AGO."I met someone."Agnes arose to lean against my bed. I grabbed a fistful of the duvet in my hands as my eyes met my sister's. I twirled my hair and my cheeks had gone red just thinking of Harold. He was perfect and unlike anyone I had ever been with."I left you for one night," Agnes rolled her eyes and we shared a chuckle. I stood up from my own bed, sauntering right into Agnes’s own and tucking myself beneath the sheets. "He's gorgeous, he's funny and sweet. He’s gentle and when we kissed, it was the first time I felt these butterflies.""Like the ones in the books." I gleamed and by the way she looked at me, Agnes could tell I was already gone. That I was completely swooned by this man I had only just met. My descriptions weren't bad, in fact they were nearly perfect but Agnes had a crinkle come between a cautious gaze."What is it?" I tugged on her arm."I just want you to be careful, you know." She whispered but I blew raspberry while rolling my eyes