Intertwined Destinies: A Nanny on the Farm のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 381 - チャプター 390

In his room, Tom ended the call with a satisfied smile on his face.“Easier than I thought,” he murmured, leaning back in the armchair as he recalled the voice and delicate features of the young woman who had just called him.He stood up, feeling energized, and went straight to the bathroom. The sound of running water echoed through the room, and a few minutes later, he came out of the shower, drying his hair with a towel. He got dressed quickly, putting on a lightweight dress shirt and the cologne he usually wore whenever he wanted to impress someone. If everything went the way he imagined, that night promised to be an eventful one.When he left his room, he walked down the hallway and found Henri coming toward him.“Heading out?” his friend asked, furrowing his brow.“I am,” Tom replied, adjusting his collar and straightening his watch.“I thought you said you wanted to rest for tomorrow,” Henri commented suspiciously.Tom laughed with the carefree manner that had always been part o

After the phone call, Catarina remained in the waiting room for hours, sitting in one of the hospital's uncomfortable chairs, her eyes fixed on the emergency room doors. Time seemed to stand still, and her concern for her cousin weighed heavily on her heart.It was already past midnight when her uncle finally appeared in the hallway. His tired face and worn expression revealed the toll the night had taken on him.“So?” Catarina asked, quickly getting to her feet. “What did the doctors say?”Her uncle ran a hand through his hair and let out a relieved sigh.“Fortunately, it wasn't anything serious. Her fever spiked quickly, but they brought it down with medication. They said it was just a mild infection, probably viral.”Feeling relief wash over her, Catarina took a deep breath.“Thank God...” she murmured, placing a hand over her chest. “I was so worried.”“So was I,” he replied with a tired smile. “But she's much calmer now. She's asleep. They'll keep her under observation until tomo

When Henri woke up that morning, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked around the room, still dark because the curtains were closed, wondering when he would ever be happy again. Even though months had passed, his chest still carried an emptiness, as if something were missing. And what hurt the most was knowing exactly what it was.Almost every night, he dreamed of Catarina and the look of contempt in her eyes as she told him she wanted nothing more to do with him. Reliving those moments in his dreams made his heart feel as though everything had happened only yesterday.He wanted to look for her, to beg once more for a second chance, but he couldn't get any information about her—not from her parents, not from anyone. It was as if Catarina had vanished from the face of the earth, leaving behind only memories that insisted on haunting him every night. Every attempt to find her ended in frustration, and the more time passed, the more he realized that her silence hurt more than any word

The next morning, Catarina got ready and said goodbye to her aunt, uncle, and little cousin, who was already home and doing well. With a smile that tried to convey confidence, she left, although inside she was nervous, not only because it was her first day at work, but also because of the possibility of running into Henri at some point during the day.I wonder if he's going to stay in town for long, she wondered as she walked along the sidewalks. Even though she didn't want to see him again, the mere thought that he might leave at any moment made her strangely sad.“Why do I still feel something for someone who only knew how to use me?” she murmured to herself.When she reached the entrance to the resort, she walked toward the reception desk. Her gaze swept over the place, as though she were looking for something... or someone.“There you are,” Tom Cambrainha said, appearing from behind the reception desk with a broad smile. “I knew you'd be punctual.”He walked around the counter and

Her words hit him like a blow. Henri's chest ached in a way he couldn't remember ever feeling before—a dull pain that seemed to come from deep within, mixed with regret and shame. An uncontrollable urge to cry overwhelmed him, and before he realized it, tears were streaming down his face, impossible to hold back.He staggered to the nearest chair and sat down, resting his arms on the table before lowering his head onto them. The sound of his unsteady breathing filled the silence of the room.“So that's how she felt...” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.The memories came back one by one—the cold words he had spoken in the past, the thoughtless actions, the way he had pushed her away when she had needed understanding the most. Now he understood the weight of it all.So this is how she felt when I said those things? he wondered, his heart shattered. And for the first time, he realized that every bit of contempt she now showed him was deserved.He remained there so long that he c