My Ex And His Daddy's Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Aurora still sat rigidly on Ethan’s bed, her hands tightly bound in front of her body. Her porcelain-white wrists were now marked with reddish lines caused by the rough friction of the rope. The dim apartment lights cast long shadows dancing across the walls, making the atmosphere in the room feel even more suffocating. Outside the large window, rain had begun to fall against the glass, creating soft pattering sounds—sounds that resembled whispered warnings in the silence of the night.Ethan stood not far from her. His trembling fingers undid the buttons of his black shirt one by one, as though the fabric itself was choking him. His gaze still burned, filled with the remnants of the emotions that had exploded during the engagement party earlier. Tonight, he had risked everything. Richard Harrison’s reputation, the Calloway family’s honor, and even his relationship with his father. All for one woman who was now looking at him as if he were the most terrifying monster in existence.“Why

Warm water vapor filled the spacious bathroom with the soothing essential aroma of sandalwood, creating a thin mist over the surface of the foamy bathtub water. Aurora moved with a slow yet calculated rhythm, sitting on Ethan's lap while her legs dangled over the edge of the smooth white porcelain. Her slender fingers combed through Ethan's wet black hair, pulling it gently until the man's head tilted backward, exposing his sturdy jawline. Ethan let out a long groan, his low voice echoing between the soundproof marble walls, while his eyes closed tightly, enjoying every touch given by Aurora. The water pressure and the agile movements of the woman's body on top of him made Ethan feel as if gravity had disappeared, leaving him drifting in an intoxicating sensation. Ethan's large hands were not idle; he felt the contours of Aurora's body possessively, gently squeezing her chest area covered in soap suds with deep emotion, as if wanting to ensure that the figure in front of him was not m

The cold, antiseptic-smelling hospital corridor felt even more ominous as the red light above the emergency room door glowed brightly. Aurora sat on a metal bench, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably as both hands covered her swollen, tear-streaked face. The engagement gown that had looked so magnificent just a few hours ago now appeared pitiful, stained with dried blood and wrinkled in several places. Claire stood beside her, gently rubbing Aurora's back in an attempt to comfort her, though her own eyes were filled with the same anxiety. "Please calm down, Young Madam. Mr. Richard is a strong man," Claire whispered softly, her voice hoarse from holding back tears as she watched her mistress's condition. But the words seemed to pass right through Aurora's ears, which were now filled only with the sound of her own erratic heartbeat. The silence of the corridor was abruptly shattered when hurried, authoritative footsteps approached from the direction of the elevator. Nana

The cold silence inside the VVIP room gradually melted away as Sean, Hugo, and Claire left one after another after receiving instructions from Richard. Claire, who paused briefly at the doorway, looked at Aurora with a sympathetic gaze while giving a small nod. "Go in, Young Madam. Sir has been waiting for you," she whispered softly before finally closing the heavy teakwood door, leaving Aurora standing motionless in the middle of the spacious room filled with the sharp scent of antiseptic. Aurora's steps felt incredibly heavy, as though every inch of the hospital floor was made of magnets pulling her feet to remain where they were. She nervously clenched her fingers together, her eyes fixed on the tips of her shoes, which no longer gleamed the way they had when the engagement ceremony began the previous evening. Richard leaned against a stack of pillows, his face still pale, though his eyes looked much clear

Richard froze when he heard the last words that slipped so naturally from Aurora’s lips. “Let’s get married!” The exclamation sounded incredibly enthusiastic, a sharp contrast to the hospital room that still carried the bitter remnants of the previous night. Richard gazed deeply into Aurora’s eyes, searching for any hesitation hidden behind their lingering moisture. He let out a long sigh, then his hand, still connected to an IV line, moved to gently caress Aurora’s cheek.“You’re still very young, Rory. You still need to finish your studies,” Richard whispered, his voice filled with both wisdom and protectiveness. “We can get married after you graduate. I don’t want you to feel tied down by the responsibilities of marriage when your youth is still so full of possibilities.”Aurora fell silent for a moment, processing the gentle refusal that was ultimately meant for her own good. However, she refused to let doubt take hold of her heart again. Without saying much, she leaned forward an