Ex-Mate Wants Me Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 331 - チャプター 336

Third Person's POVTrista hadn't thought much of Wilmot leaving, but with everyone now looking at her with such obvious curiosity and sympathy, she couldn't help feeling a bit amused and humiliated.After an awkward pause, she reached over and gently squeezed Elizabeth's arm. "Elizabeth, it's your turn," she said softly. "You've got a really good hand. Don't get distracted and waste it."Easton caught on quickly and called out, "Come on, keep playing! Let's keep it going!"His words quickly drew everyone's attention back to the game, and the lively atmosphere resumed.By one in the morning, the women were starting to lose their battle with sleep, yawning one after another. Seeing that everyone was exhausted, Easton finally called it a night.The group filed into the elevator and descended to the private club's entrance. Out front, parked by the curb, sat a sleek black custom Rolls-Royce—its presence alone commanding the street.

Third Person's POVThe vibration of the phone in his pocket snapped Lucas out of his reverie. Shaking off the daze, he started the engine and drove away from the villa.Yet, when he replayed Elizabeth's complaints in the car and pictured Trista's unwavering resolve to break the bond, even his normally composed demeanor gave way to a darker expression.Wilmot never should have agreed to bind himself to that hollow, dead-end mate bond in the first place.***Meanwhile, at the hospital, after Natalie finished a series of tests and returned to her ward to rest, Wilmot stepped out into the hallway to call Easton.He asked if the gathering had broken up and whether Elizabeth and Trista had made it back safely.On the other end, Easton replied, "Lucas is back. He personally drove Elizabeth and Trista home, so you don't have to worry."His eldest brother was back? Wilmot felt a flicker of surprise.Come to think of it, it really had been nearly a year since Lucas last set foot in the Bloodmoo

Third Person's POVShe didn't push him to sign anymore. Instead, she turned in silence, walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window, and stood with her back to him.Crossing her arms tightly over her chest, Trista didn't say another word.She just genuinely didn't know how to face Wilmot anymore, nor did she know how she was supposed to keep living with him.She had tried her best. She had pushed herself to the absolute limit.Outside the window, the night wind rustled the leaves into a soft, dry whisper. Trista didn't turn around, nor did she try to argue with him again.She just silently stared into the dark, quiet courtyard.It wasn't until a heavy, deafening slam echoed from behind that the tears she'd been holding back finally broke free, streaming down her face uncontrollably.She hugged her arms tighter and glanced back. The bedroom was empty; Wilmot was gone.As she stared at the vacant doorway, a memory flashed