All Chapters of He Regretted It and Begged for a Second Chance: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The night sky looked clear when Mike’s black car stopped in front of his residence. The garden lights glowed warmly, reflecting the shadows of trees swaying gently in the wind. Inside the house, the atmosphere was still busy. Several servants moved back and forth, preparing the final details of Mike’s suit before leaving for the Tyson Lynch family event.The sound of heels approached from the front door.Vania entered with a wide smile. The maroon satin dress hugging her body looked luxurious and elegant, her long hair styled into soft waves, while the light makeup on her face made her appearance even more stunning.“Mike…” she called sweetly.Mike, who had just walked down the stairs, immediately turned around. The black suit he wore fit perfectly on his body, emphasizing his broad shoulders. His hair was neatly styled back, and a silver watch circled his wrist, making him look both cold and classy.Vania instantly smiled in satisfaction at the sight of him.“You look so handsome ton

It was getting late when the atmosphere inside the house finally became completely quiet. There were no more footsteps from the servants or the clinking of glasses from downstairs. Only the sound of the night wind drifting slowly across the balcony of their room.Mike stood there alone.The top buttons of his white shirt were slightly undone, and his tie had long been tossed carelessly onto the chair near the balcony door. One hand rested inside his trouser pocket, while the other held a cigarette that had been burning between his fingers for quite some time.Thin smoke slowly escaped from his lips.His gaze remained fixed ahead, but his mind was far from calm.Images of Elara kept replaying in his head ever since they returned from the Tyson Lynch family residence. The way she smiled, the way she spoke calmly in front of his family, even the look in her eyes...Everything about it bothered him.Mike exhaled smoke harshly.“Damn it...” he muttered quietly.The balcony door opened slow

Chapter 16The sound of a car door slamming hard in front of the mansion made Vania’s driver instantly fall silent in the front seat. Vania threw her small handbag to the side with a face full of anger. Her chest rose and fell quickly ever since she left Mike’s house earlier.“Argh! You’re so annoying, Elara!” she grumbled while crossing her arms over her chest.The image of the kiss earlier that morning kept replaying in her mind. The more she remembered it, the hotter her anger became.Vina, who was sitting beside her, immediately turned her head. “I told you from the beginning, that woman is not as simple as you think.”Vania bit her lip irritably. “I’m really sick of seeing her face.”“You shouldn’t get too emotional.”“Mommy didn’t see it!” Vania snapped quickly. “She deliberately humiliated me in front of Mike.”Vina sighed softly before fixing her daughter’s slightly messy hair. “If you keep getting provoked like this, Elara will still be the one who wins.”Vania clicked her to

The magnificent mansion felt strangely empty once the sound of Mike’s car engine faded into the distance. Elara stood in the master bedroom, staring at her reflection in the large mirror. Her loose house dress had been replaced with a navy blue casual blazer set that fit perfectly against her figure. She tied her long hair into a neat bun behind her head, revealing the graceful line of her neck.She let out a long breath while looking at the black work bag resting on the bed.For the past month, her routine had always been the same. The moment Mike left for Laurent Group business—or what had now expanded into Tyson Group’s giant business empire across several districts—Elara would take her own car keys. The hospital was the only place where she did not need to wear the mask of a wife begging for love. There, she was Dr. Elara Yoris, the respected chief cardiac surgeon, not a worthless shadow inside Mike Laurent’s home.Her footsteps echoed steadily as she walked through the sterile lo

The walls of the guest room on the first floor were unable to muffle Vania’s frustration. With a rough motion, she threw her designer bag onto the unfamiliar white-sheeted bed. Her breathing was uneven as she thought about how her carefully crafted plan for tonight had fallen apart completely.A guest room? Seriously?! Vania cursed inwardly as she clenched her fists tightly.She had imagined herself sleeping in the same bed as Mike, holding him close, and flaunting her absolute victory in front of Elara the next morning. However, Mike’s cold stare outside the study earlier had shattered all of her expectations. That man could never be argued with once he used that tone of voice.Meanwhile, upstairs, Elara had just closed the fashion magazine she had been flipping through for the past thirty minutes without actually reading it. She had deliberately lingered in the second-floor sitting area, allowing bitter assumptions to burn through her mind. She was certain that at this very moment,