All Chapters of After 18 Years, Mr. CEO Wants Me Back: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I didn't answer. I just cried silently, feeling the tears streaming down my cheeks. Damian was still holding me from behind, breathing heavily near my ear."You're crying again," he said softly, feeling my tears on his skin."I feel evil. I feel evil because I enjoyed this while my uncle is suffering," I said.Damian gently turned me around, looking into my eyes."You're not evil. You're human. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to enjoy life. Your uncle made his own choices, and he has to face the consequences. But that doesn't mean you have to keep suffering because of him.""Thank you for always being there for me.""I'll always be there for you. That's my promise."The next morning, I woke up with a heavy feeling. The sun was already high, but I still felt tired, as if I had just gone through a long battle. I looked at Damian who was still sleeping beside me, his peaceful face in the morning sunlight.I got up carefully, not wanting to wake Damian. I walked to the kitchen, makin

I closed my eyes, letting his words sink into my heart. There was warmth spreading through my body, but there was also doubt still haunting me. But right now, with Damian holding me from behind, with his warm breath on my neck, I chose to enjoy this moment.His hands began to move, creeping from my stomach upward, toward my chest. His fingers gently caressed through the thin fabric of my blouse, making me shiver. I sighed softly, tilting my head back, leaning against his shoulder."Damian..." I moaned, my voice trembling."Yes, sweetheart?" he said, his hands continuing to move, unbuttoning my blouse one by one with slow and meaningful movements.I didn't answer. I just let him continue, letting myself sink into his touch. My blouse opened, revealing my skin still slightly damp from the bathroom steam. Damian kissed my bare shoulder, leaving wet traces on my skin."You're so beautiful. I never get tired of looking at you.""Ah... ah..." I moaned again, my body starting to respond to h

The next morning, I woke up. Damian was still sleeping beside me, his peaceful face making me feel a little guilty about my behavior last night. I looked at him for a moment, then got up carefully and prepared for a busy day.I had a packed surgery schedule today. There were three patients already waiting, and I couldn't let any distractions affect my performance. I showered, put on sterile blue scrubs, and styled my hair neatly under the surgical cap. In the mirror, I saw a professional woman ready to give her best to her patients.The drive to the hospital felt short. I drove myself, enjoying the refreshing morning breeze. My mind drifted to Damian, who must have already woken up and was preparing to go to the building project site across from the hospital. I imagined him standing among the workers, giving firm instructions, overseeing every detail of the construction. There was a small pride in my heart seeing how he had transformed into a responsible man.When I arrived at the hos

The next morning, I woke up. The memories of last night at the night market were still vivid in my mind, Damian's laughter, his touch, and the large teddy bear now sitting nicely in the corner of the room. But I quickly pushed that soft feeling away. I couldn't let my guard down. I had to stay focused on my goal.I got up, showered, and prepared to take Louis to campus. Today my schedule was a bit lighter, so I had time to take my son. I put on neat casual clothes, then walked out of the room.Louis was already waiting for me in the living room, his backpack slung over his shoulder. His face was still a little pale from his illness a few days ago, but his eyes were sharp and alert."Let's go, Mom. I don't want to be late," he said, his tone flat.I nodded, and we walked out together. In the car, silence enveloped us. I focused on the road, while Louis stared out the window with an expression that was hard to read."Louis, did you have breakfast?" I asked."Yes, Mom," he answered short

The next morning.The fight with Damian last night was still echoing in my head, but I didn't want to think about it right now. I needed to calm myself down, and I knew only one place could give me peace, Nicholas's grave.I put on simple clothes, took a bouquet of his favorite flowers, and went to the cemetery without telling Damian. The drive there felt quiet, just me and my turbulent thoughts.When I arrived at the cemetery, I walked among the rows of headstones until I finally stopped in front of Nicholas's grave. His headstone was still well-maintained, his name beautifully engraved on white marble. I placed the flowers on top, then sat on the grass beside his grave."Nicho, I miss you. You know, every time I face a problem, I always want to talk to you. You always had a way of calming me down."I looked at the small photo on the headstone, a picture of Nicholas with his characteristic warm smile. I felt tears beginning to stream down my cheeks."I'm getting more and more confuse