All Chapters of Pregnant from the man I hate - A Billionaire Romance: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Nobody moved. The letter was open on the desk. The words still seemed to be hanging in the room.You want the truth? Or do you want to save me?A simple question.And yet the hardest thing they've ever had.For the first time these two things might not have been on the same Page.Jonas finally broke the silence.“This is a trap.”‘Maybe.’ said Kai.‘Maybe not.’“That doesn’t make it better.”No one contradicted.Aren looked again at the lines.He had read many letters. Many messages. Many help calls.But this felt different.Not like a call.It's like an invitation.And invitations could be rejected.That was the disturbing part.“What do we do?” Elio asked.The question did not go to Aren. Not to Kai. Not to any individual.She went to everyone.Because no one knew the answer this time.No one talked long.Then Mira said:“I don’t think Leon is lying.”Silence.“I don’t.” said Kai.Jonas sighed.“The problem is that honest people can still be dangerous.”No one could repro

Nobody said anything. The words remained in space.I'm the only one who knows how to keep the last door closed.Outside the tree was moving in the wind. The distant tower stood between them. Quiet. Dark. Waiting.Aren felt his heartbeat accelerated.“What door?”Leon answered immediately.“The first.”That made everything confusing.“You just spoke about the last door.” said Jonas.Leon nodded.‘Yes.’Then he pointed to the tower.“Because the first and the last are the same door.”Silence.“That doesn’t make any sense at all.”“I know.”“Then explain it.”Leon smiled weakly.“That’s why you are here.”He went to a shelf.Between hundreds of books he drew a narrow wooden box.Old. Taken off.He carefully put them on the table.Then he opened it.It was a key.Little.Black metal.Aren immediately knew something was wrong with this key.Not magical. Not supernatural.Rather... old.Older than he could be.Older than the house.Older than the story.Leon noticed his view.‘Accu

Leon didn't cry loud. No gorges. No dramatic gestures. Just quiet tears. The kind of tears that arise when a fear becomes true that you have for decades with it.Nobody knew what to say.Because no one understood what had just happened.The voice hadn't called him guards.Not protectors.Not guards.Keys.“What does that mean?” Aren finally asked.Leon didn't answer immediately.The tower outside was so bright that the light itself through the Curtains.Golden.Almost beautiful.That's why it seemed threatening.“When I found the tower...” Leon started quietly.“...was I seventeen.”Silence.“I was curious.”A sad smile.“This has always been my biggest mistake.”No one contradicted.Because this curiosity had only brought him here.“I thought I would find another house.”He looked out.“At the same time, I found the door.”The air in the room seemed harder.“And behind it?” asked Mira.Leon closed his eyes.“Nothing.”Confusion.“Nothing?”‘Yes.’He was looking for words.“N

The question remained unanswered. Not because nobody wanted to answer. Because nobody knew how.How to save someone who should never be born?How do you help something that has emerged from millions of forgotten memories?How to comfort loneliness that is older than every single life?The second Leon was silent.For the first time since his appearance.His excessively broad smile disappeared slowly.And something else came out of it.Sadness.Deep sadness.“You understand it.”His voice was barely more than a whisper.The real Leon shook his head.‘No’“But.”“I just understand loneliness.”Silence.Outside, the lights continued to wander through the forest.Thousands.Maybe millions.And suddenly it no longer seemed like an army.It's like a crowd.Lost.Looking.Waiting.“They all lost someone.” said the being.No one answered.Because it was obvious.“And at some point, each of them has lost the last human being, has been remembered.’The words were calm.No accusation.That ma

The being looked at the photo. Long. Very long.His fingers carefully glided over the yellowed paper.It's like it's afraid to damage the memory.Or maybe the person on it.The room was quiet.Even the quake of the tower seemed to be further away for a moment.“That was your brother.”Leon nodded.‘Yes.’The being looked at the picture again.“You remember him.”‘Every day.’The answer came without hesitation.Without thinking.No doubt.And something changed in the face of the being.Not much.Just a little piece.But Aren noticed.Because suddenly it seemed less like a collection of strange memories.And more like someone.“I don’t understand.” whispered the being.“What?”“Why do you even remember?”The question surprised everyone.Because she wasn't philosophical.Not profound.She was honest.Like a child's question.Leon smiled sadly.“Because people are important.”“Even if they are gone?”“Just then.”Silence.The being looked back on the photo.Then out the window.To the