All Chapters of The Choices We Made: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

The recording was being played in the entire banquet hall. Samantha's voice could be heard. "What... What do you want?" Sydney's voice continued. "Patience… Breathe it in. I prepared this gift just for you. Since you can't live without a man and insist on holding on to Channing, I found the wildest nepo babies in the city to satisfy you tonight. Maybe afterward, your maternal instincts will flare up again and you'll want to bear children for every man in town!" Samantha's voice played again. "Sydney! You're so vicious and shameless!" Sydney snickered. "You're the shameless one here! Don't you own a mirror? Go look at your reflection! Who do you think you are? You crawled out of a filthy slum, yet you dared to seduce my husband and cling to him! You're not just shameless, you're a seductress! I'll let you act like one as much as you like tonight!" Samantha's weak voice came in. "I already divorced him, and you're about to marry him. Why won't you let me go?" Sydney said, "Beca

His words were restrained, but the meaning was unmistakable. Sydney had forced herself into the relationship because her pregnancy was becoming harder to hide. She had pushed ahead with an engagement party before Channing and Samantha were officially divorced, then treated ordinary contact between a still-married couple as betrayal. There was no easy way for Sydney to explain what Channing had just said. Everyone in the banquet hall now understood what had happened. Finella's brows furrowed together. She stared at Channing with a sharp glare. She had never seen any man so fickle. When she had once asked whom he loved, Channing had clearly said Sydney. His answer was the reason Finella decided to back Sydney and use her marriage to Channing to secure ties with the Lane family. After that, Channing had become increasingly impossible to control. Now, he had gone even further and publicly defended his ex-wife. Samantha had not expected Channing to speak to her either. His voice t

Channing watched Nathaniel and Samantha leave. He mumbled and he raised a hand as if to reach for her, but there was nothing there. Samantha never looked back at him. It was as if she no longer knew him. Even when he spoke, even when he glanced at her again and again, she never once met his eyes. Channing was stunned and helpless. How had Samantha suddenly become so distant? He could not understand it. Suddenly, at this time, a voice cut in. Michael had come over to talk to him. "Hey, you really have a way with women! I heard Nathaniel's woman is your ex-wife, and his cousin is your current wife. You managed to get tied up with the whole McQueen family!" Channing swallowed down his irritation. However, when he saw Michael's smile, he could not snap at him without good reason. Michael had too much influence and money. His expression remained strained, but he answered politely. "I didn't want any of this either… I must've lost my mind." Michael laughed. He could tell Channi

The towel around Nathaniel's waist was loose and barely tied. A few drops of water still clung to his skin. He was usually meticulous, but this time he had not even dried himself properly. Even his hair was still damp. That was enough to show how impatient he was. Meanwhile, Samantha was wearing a slip dress. The moment she saw him, the smooth satin slid down. Nathaniel held his breath. He had never seen all of her before. To him, she looked like the most wonderful and precious thing in the world. There had been one time when he had nearly lost control, but he had been too close to her then to see her clearly. Now, he could. Her eyes stayed on him, soft and tender. Her lips were soft, and her figure was graceful and strong. It was filled with the strength and grace of a woman, full in the right places and slender everywhere else. She was beautiful enough to seem to only exist in paintings. When Samantha realized Nathaniel was staring, she stepped forward and untied his t

Nathaniel spent most of the time watching her face. Samantha started, "Honey... I..." He cut her off before she could finish. He had already guessed what she wanted to say, but he reminded her, "We're not ending our game that casually." "This isn't exactly casual," Samantha said. Her mind was a little hazy, but she had still been keeping track. It was definitely not casual anymore. Nathaniel pinched her chin and brushed a fingertip over her lips. Then he looked at her for a long moment. "You have to accept all of it. I prepared this especially for you." "Are you cold?" His breath carried a faint trace of lazy amusement. "If I hold you, you won't be." His hoarse voice brushed her ear. Samantha was close to tears and clung to the last of her focus. "I'm not cold." Her soft plea brought out the darker part of Nathaniel's nature. He lowered his head to her neck and breathed in her scent before asking playfully, "Haven't you always said you wanted to enjoy the view outside?"