《Bound To The Billionaire By A Baby》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 39 章

Liora's P"Where is she?! Where is that ungrateful little thief hiding?!"The screeching voice shattered the pristine morning silence of the grand foyer, ripping through the high ceilings like a rusted saw blade.I froze mid-step on the lower landing of the service stairs, the copper tea tray in my hands rattling violently as a sudden, sickening jolt of panic hit my stomach."Ma'am, you cannot be in here! You need to step outside the boundary immediately!" a senior footman shouted, his voice tight with desperation as the heavy, arched front doors fractured open against the marble wall."Get your hands off me, you glorified servant!" Sarah roared, her face contorted into a mask of pure, venomous rage as she violently burst through the threshold.Her cheap, oversized fur coat was disheveled, trailing dust across the polished white marble. She had somehow broken through the outer security gates, and she was pacing across the foyer like a feral animal, her heels clicking aggressively agai

Liora's PovThe moment the frosted glass doors close behind me, my mind instantly race into a chaotic, terrifying maze of wild, unwanted thoughts.As I walk toward the deep-sunken porcelain tub, my imagination begins to spin completely out of control.Why is he doing this? Is he going to force me into the water with him? Is he going to touch me the way he did last night in the dark?The memory of his heavy chest pressing down over my shoulder blade and his blistering hot breaths against my throat rushes back into my head, making my heart fracture with an intense, intoxicating panic.I can almost feel his large, possessive hands tangling into my loose hair again, his low, deep moan vibrating raw against my neck until my head spins with a dangerous, suffocating dizziness.My skin burns at the thought of him stripping off his clothes in front of me, my fingers shaking so badly I can barely grip the gold fixtures."Stop standing there like an idiot and turn on the taps," Adrian’s cold voi

Liora's Pov The fifth-floor office restroom smelled heavily of bleach and expensive lavender soap, a stark contrast to the thick, toxic dread pooling in my stomach. I sat curled up on the cold toilet seat, my knees pulled up tightly to my chest under my gray uniform skirt, desperately trying to map the sounds of the bustling design floor outside the door. My morning sickness had returned with a vengeance the second I stepped out of Adrian’s luxury sedan, and I had barely managed to sprint into the nearest empty stall before my vision went entirely blurry. The porcelain bowl beneath me was a blur, but the physical fatigue of the early pregnancy was settling deep into my bones, leaving my limbs feeling like lead weights I squeezed my eyes shut, my forehead resting against the cold metal partition of the stall, praying for just five minutes of absolute silence before I had to face Miss Vance and her back-breaking files again. Suddenly, the heavy glass main door to the restroom

Liora's Pov The question slithered through the bleach-scented air of the restroom, instantly killing the echo of Vanessa and Chloe’s cruel laughter. I sat paralyzed on the cold toilet seat, my knees still clutched tightly against my chest, my entire body shivering violently under my soaked gray uniform. Through the wide-open gap of the stall door that Vanessa had violently yanked open, my blurry, tear-stained eyes focused on the towering figure standing in the main doorway. It was Adrian. He stood there in his pristine charcoal-grey tailored suit, his broad shoulders blocking out the bright fluorescent light from the design corridor. His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated, lethal stone. He didn't look at the two models; his dark eyes slid past their shivering frames, locking directly onto my drenched gray clothes, the ruined white cap lying in a wet heap near my shoes, and the chemical tears pouring down my burning cheeks. Vanessa’s mouth opened to speak, but only