Intertwined Destinies: A Nanny on the Farm のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 261 - チャプター 270

After ending the call with her sister, Eloá can no longer hold back her tears.More than anything, she wants to be part of that happiness, to be there with them, to hold her newborn brothers in her arms...But the image of her parents’ disapproving faces—especially her father’s—appears so vividly in her mind that she swallows hard.“I can’t go back... he would never forgive me for this,” she murmurs, as if saying it quietly might somehow make the truth hurt less.Determined to push away the thoughts squeezing her chest, she gets up and heads for the library.She buries herself in books, just as she has been doing for the past several months.At least this way, she manages to remain among the top students in her class, recognized as one of the most dedicated and highest-achieving students.Even so, deep down, she knows she isn’t studying only for her future.She’s studying so she won’t have to think about her present.The week begins with the same relentless pace as always.Eloá has al

It feels strange to Eloá how the simple touch of Gael’s hand is enough to send a shiver through her entire body. How can he say those things, especially when he sees the state she’s in?“Gael, please…” she pleads, her eyes glistening with tears.“I already told you… I’m not changing my mind.”Without giving her time to react, he leans in and kisses her, pouring all the intensity of his feelings into that gesture. He wants her to know, without the need for words, that he loves her and that he will stand by her side no matter what happens.The kiss catches her off guard. For a moment, Eloá feels her body sway, as if her legs are no longer capable of holding her up. His warmth, his familiar taste, the way his fingers hold her face with certainty… everything makes her forget, if only for a few seconds, every fear and insecurity.When Gael pulls away, he keeps his forehead pressed against hers, breathing hard.“You’re not alone, Eloá. You never will be again.”She closes her eyes, trying t

How had she never noticed that possessive side of Gael? How had she never realized how easily he could overwhelm her with nothing more than the quiet strength of his presence?His eyes burned into her face, and Eloá, caught between desire and the fear of drowning in him, closed her eyes. She tried to catch her breath, to steady the frantic rhythm he always stirred inside her, which now, lying beside him, felt even more unrestrained.She felt the mattress shift slightly as Gael settled next to her. A moment later, the warmth of his hand rested on her stomach, tracing slow, gentle caresses. The gesture, though affectionate, brought a sudden discomfort, making her tense.“Don’t do that…” she murmured, almost in a whisper.Gael didn’t pull away immediately. His fingers lingered for one last stroke before stopping, and his voice came low.“Why?” he asked, looking at her as if he wanted to break through every wall she still kept between them.Unable to meet his gaze, Eloá swallowed hard.“B

The silence that followed seemed to suffocate the air around them. Eloá took a step back, as if she wanted to put an ocean between them.“No…” she stammered, shaking her head, her breathing uneven. “You’re lying.”“I would never lie about this,” Gael said, his eyes begging her to listen.A nervous laugh escaped her, a mix of disbelief and desperation.“You… you don’t know what you’re talking about! What kind of sick joke is this? Are you saying this to make me feel better, or to stop me from blaming myself?”“No, of course not!” he shot back, visibly shaken. “I’m only telling you because I couldn’t keep it hidden anymore. But I was afraid of losing you if I told you the truth before knowing how you felt about me.”“Afraid of losing me?” she repeated, anger rising inside her. “You deceived me. You took away my right to know the truth! You had no right to do that, Gael!”He stepped closer, but she backed away, raising her hand as if to stop him.“Don’t touch me!” Her voice was sharp, an

When she leaves the building, not even having the patience to wait for the elevator, Eloá takes the stairs instead. Each step feels like a dull blow, muffled, as if the sound echoes only inside her. She doesn’t want to risk Gael following her and pouring out more words that will leave her even more confused, lost... shattered.She throws on her dress in a hurry, barely managing to straighten it on her body, and she isn’t in any condition to go very far since she didn’t bring her phone or her purse. She stands there in the middle of the sidewalk, feeling the cold wind hit her face, reminding her of how this day has become the worst of her life. The world around her keeps moving: cars pass by, voices fade into the distance, hurried footsteps cross her path. But to her, everything feels far away, as if she’s standing behind thick glass, separated from any trace of normality.She walks aimlessly, letting the streets decide where to take her. Her feet keep moving, but her mind remains trap