บททั้งหมดของ Too Late for Regrets: The Betrayer Wants Me Back: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The thumping bass music from the speakers in the corner of the high-end nightclub vibrated all the way to the core of the chest. Neon blue and purple lights spun wildly, cutting through the dimness of the room, which was thick with cigarette smoke and the heavy aroma of alcohol. In one of the VIP sofa booths located quite far from the dance floor, Kyle Stevens sat with his shirt already in disarray. His top three buttons were undone, revealing his chest which rose and fell unsteadily. His hair, usually neatly styled, was now disheveled. In front of him, several expensive whisky bottles stood completely empty.Several days had passed since that cursed night, and Kyle had yet to find any clear lead on Ravelle's whereabouts. His wife seemed to have completely vanished from the face of the earth. All of his connections, hired men, and even the private detective he employed were unable to track down where the woman had gone after walking out of the mansion's back door.Marco, Kyle's best f

That intense kiss slowly broke, leaving behind heavy breaths chasing each other between them. Ravelle's consciousness was suddenly pulled back to reality. Her heart pounded so fast, beating against her chest cavity with a sudden surge of hesitation. She placed both palms on Erlan's chest, holding the distance between them so as not to go any further."I'm sorry, El... we shouldn't be like this," Ravelle whispered in a trembling voice, her eyes moving restlessly, avoiding Erlan's sharp gaze.Erlan did not move his body back at all. His sturdy arms were still tightly locking Ravelle's waist, staring directly into the woman's pupils with a dark glint laden with passion and firmness. "Vel. I want this," Erlan replied, his voice sounding very low and raspy."But, I..." Ravelle swallowed, her throat felt choked. The shadow of her complicated status held back her walls of logic."You and Kyle are divorced, okay?" Erlan cut in quickly, as if he knew what was raging in Ravelle's head. "Your ma

Echoes of screams and insults once again tore through the silence of the Stevens mansion, which was grand yet felt increasingly suffocating. Three days had passed since Ravelle's disappearance, and instead of uniting to find a solution, Kyle and Jessica were caught in an endless vortex of anger. The living room, which was usually neatly arranged, was now a mess; a crystal flower vase was shattered into pieces on the marble floor, becoming a silent witness to the fury of their respective egos."You are blaming me, Jess?! Damn it! If only that night you hadn't whined asking to be accompanied at the office and acted selfishly, I would have definitely come home sooner and held Ravelle back!" barked Kyle, his voice thundering, his face flushing crimson with the veins on his neck perfectly tensed."Oh, so now this is my fault?!" Jessica did not want to be outdone, she screamed hysterically with tears flowing heavily, ruining her makeup. Both of her hands gripped the edge of the counter tabl

"Ah... ah... deeper, El... don't stop..."That soft moan shattered the silence of the master bedroom in the penthouse. Ravelle shifted restlessly beneath the thick blanket, her hands gripping the edge of the bedsheet so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Tiny beads of cold sweat dampened her forehead and slender neck. The overwhelming illusion of pleasure still ruled her subconscious, trapping every one of her senses in the fantasy of burning touches that felt incredibly real."Vel? Don't stop what?"A deep, familiar voice suddenly drifted beside her ear. It didn't sound husky with desire like the one in her dream. Instead, it was calm, casual, and filled with curiosity.Thump.Ravelle's heart pounded violently.Her eyes flew open at once. She immediately sat upright on the bed, breathing heavily as though she had just been dragged out of the depths of the ocean.She blinked several times, trying to gather the fragments of her consciousness that were still trapped in that dim mar

Erlan blinked as he gazed deeply into Ravelle's eyes, which shimmered with unwavering determination. His heart nearly raced out of control. Truly, the spontaneous offer from the woman he had loved with all his heart for the past ten years almost shattered every ounce of self-control he had built. Yet instead of stepping forward and taking advantage of the moment, Erlan slowly loosened his grip around Ravelle's waist.He took a deep breath before exhaling slowly, a faint smile filled with understanding appearing on his lips. Gently, he tucked a few loose strands of Ravelle's hair behind her ear."Not now, Vel," Erlan said softly, yet his voice remained firm.Ravelle frowned, staring at Erlan in disbelief, with a hint of offense in her eyes."Why? Didn't you just say you wanted me so badly? You were even ready to take off your clothes in front of me.""I'm not refusing because I don't want to," Erlan interrupted quickly, as though he already knew her pride had been hurt. He gently held