His Contracted Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Sofia knew a convincing story was all she needed. What better tale than casting Ryn as a thief? By morning, word spread — she claimed her scholarship was given to Ryn. She spoke of confusion and missing papers, painting herself the victim, but never admitted her name was never in the records.“Isipin mo na lang,” she told a neighbor who had stopped by their house. “Gagawin sa iyo iyan ng sarili mong pamilya. Alam ni Ryn kung gaano ko gustong makapag-aral doon, pero inagaw pa rin niya ang scholarship ko.”The neighbor listened with clear sympathy, which Sofia took as encouragement. By the end of their talk, she knew her story was working. If Ryn wanted peace as Lucien Ashford's wife, Sofia would make sure she had none. She couldn't match Ryn's status, but she could ruin her name. That was exactly what she planned — until she never expected Hiraya would hear it too.That afternoon, someone mentioned Sofia's scholarship story outside their home. Hiraya listened casually — until Ryn's nam

I was reviewing my notes for the day when I received Lucien’s message.I'm here.I gathered my things, checked that I hadn't left anything behind, and made my way out of the building. Several students were lingering near the entrance, some talking among themselves while others waited for their companions.Then I saw him.Lucien stood beside his car, dressed in casual. His expression was composed, his posture relaxed, and his presence alone seemed enough to draw people's attention without him having to do anything. His gaze found me almost immediately."Finished?" he asked when I approached.I nodded. "Yes. Have you been waiting long?""Not particularly."He reached for the bag hanging from my shoulder, taking it from me before opening the passenger door.It was such a simple gesture that I barely thought about it anymore. I handed him my bag without hesitation, settled into the seat, and thanked him as he closed the door.There was no dramatic greeting, no unnecessary display of affec

I had ordered a storage box online several days ago, intending to keep my private and important documents somewhere safer than the scattered folders in my room. It was supposed to arrive tomorrow, but when I received the notification that it had been delivered, I couldn't contain my excitement.I didn't even bother waiting for Lucien.The package wasn't particularly heavy, and I could carry it myself without much difficulty. After bringing it into my room, I carefully removed the packaging, inspecting the storage box from every angle to make sure nothing had been damaged during delivery.It was exactly what I wanted.The compartments were spacious enough to accommodate my documents, and the lid fitted securely over the top. I had specifically chosen a design that could slide beneath my bed, keeping everything out of sight without taking up additional space in the room.Before putting it away, however, I decided to clean my room first.I changed the bedsheets, wiped the furniture, orga

Ryn passed in front of Lucien without paying him much attention, her mind still occupied by the documents she had left.Lucien, however, noticed her the moment she came within reach.The faint scent of her shampoo was barely noticeable beneath the natural warmth of her skin. She smelled different from usual—not because she smells bad, but because she seemed to have forgotten to care about her appearance entirely. A few strands of hair had escaped their usual arrangement, clinging loosely around her face and neck. Her cheeks carried a light flush red, and there was a subtle sheen of perspiration along her skin despite the mansion's cool temperature.She looked as though she had been working for hours and had only just remembered that other people existed.And, for reasons Lucien found increasingly inconvenient, he liked the sight far more than he should have. His gaze followed her for a fraction of a second too long before he forced himself to look away.It was an ordinary thing. A wom

Ryn passed in front of Lucien without paying him much attention, her mind still occupied by the documents she had left.Lucien, however, noticed her the moment she came within reach.The faint scent of her shampoo was barely noticeable beneath the natural warmth of her skin. She smelled different from usual—not because she smells bad, but because she seemed to have forgotten to care about her appearance entirely. A few strands of hair had escaped their usual arrangement, clinging loosely around her face and neck. Her cheeks carried a light flush red, and there was a subtle sheen of perspiration along her skin despite the mansion's cool temperature.She looked as though she had been working for hours and had only just remembered that other people existed.And, for reasons Lucien found increasingly inconvenient, he liked the sight far more than he should have. His gaze followed her for a fraction of a second too long before he forced himself to look away.It was an ordinary thing. A wom