บททั้งหมดของ Rejected By My Billionaire Husband,He Chased Me Back After D: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Brisbane Australia The plane touched down just as the sun was rising over the Queensland coast.Clara had forgotten how beautiful Brisbane was in the early morning. The light was different here softer than Texas, golden and diffuse, painting the city in shades of honey and rose. She pressed her forehead against the window and watched the familiar skyline emerge from the darkness: the twisting ribbon of the Brisbane River, the arched spans of the Story Bridge, the cluster of skyscrapers in the central business district.She was home. Or at least, she had been home once.A car was waiting for her at the airport a black sedan with a driver who held a sign reading Ms. Hayes. Clara smiled at the name. She had been Clara Hayes for five years. It was strange to think that she was Clara Kingsley now, or had been all along.The driver took her to a hotel in the city center, a sleek modern building with views of the river. Her room was on the twenty-second floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows

Clara's second week in Brisbane began with a sunrise over the river and a cup of flat white coffee from the cafe where Imogen had once taught her how to order like a local.She had fallen into a rhythm here. The work was demanding but familiar, the Australian team welcoming and eager for her expertise. She spent her mornings in meetings at the Fortitude Valley office, her afternoons reviewing supply chain proposals, her evenings walking through the city she had once called home. The memories were easier now, less sharp, less painful. She could walk past the hospital without her chest tightening. She could stand outside her old apartment without wanting to cry. She could think about the past without feeling like it was swallowing her whole.She was healing. Slowly. Day by day."Clara, you're a miracle worker," said Marcus, the head of the Brisbane logistics team, as they wrapped up their Monday morning briefing. "I don't know how you untangled that supply chain mess, but the Sydney off

They walked along the Brisbane River, the city lights glittering on the water. The night was warm and humid, the air thick with the scent of jasmine. Clara led him through the streets she had once called home, pointing out landmarks along the way."That's the park where I used to take Colt when he was a baby," she said, gesturing toward a patch of green. "He loved the ducks. He used to try to chase them.""Did he ever catch one?""No. But he came close once. Scared me half to death."Cassian laughed. "He's fearless, isn't he?""He gets it from you."They stopped at a street vendor and bought corn dogs greasy and salty and utterly delicious. Clara bit into hers with relish, and Cassian watched her, marveling at how beautiful she was in the lamplight."I never thought I'd be back here," Clara said. "When I left Brisbane six months ago, I thought I was leaving for good. But now... it feels different. Like the city has given me permission to move on.""And have you? Moved on?"She was qui

Clara woke in Cassian's arms.For a long moment, she simply lay there, listening to the sound of his breathing, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. The events of the previous night came flooding back the confession, the tears, the lovemaking, the awkward video call. It all felt like a dream.But it was real. He was real. They were real.She turned her head and looked at him. He was still asleep, his dark hair tousled against the pillow, his face relaxed in a way she had rarely seen. He looked younger. Peaceful. Like the weight he had been carrying for years had finally been lifted.She reached out and touched his cheek. His eyes fluttered open."Good morning," he said, his voice rough with sleep."Good morning."He smiled—a real, unguarded smile that made her heart flutter. "I could get used to waking up like this.""So could I."They showered together a slow, intimate ritual that involved more kissing than washing and dressed for the day. Cassian had a few final documents to

The sun rose bright and warm over the Kingsley estate, promising a beautiful day. Clara woke early, her body still adjusting to the time difference from Brisbane, and found herself smiling before she even opened her eyes. She was home. Not in her apartment in Uptown Dallas, but here—in the estate where she had once been a prisoner and was now, tentatively, becoming part of a family again.She showered and dressed, then made her way to the kitchen. Maria was already there, preparing breakfast. The smell of fresh coffee and baking pastries filled the air."Good morning, Mrs. Kingsley," Maria said warmly. "Did you sleep well?""I did, thank you. Can I help with anything?""You're a guest. Guests don't help.""I'm not a guest, Maria. I'm—" Clara paused. What was she, exactly? Not the lady of the house. Not yet. Something in between. "I'm someone who likes to cook. Let me help."Maria smiled and handed her an apron. Together, they prepared breakfast—scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, and a batch