บททั้งหมดของ Too Late For Regret, Mr. Billionaire: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Over the following days, Margaret remained by Christopher’s side, taking care of him in the hospital. She had originally thought the trouble would gradually settle down, yet new problems kept appearing one after another.For some unknown reason, photos of her, Arthur, and Christopher at the banquet were leaked online. The atmosphere in the pictures looked ambiguous enough to suggest some kind of love triangle between them.Not only that, but the titles of all the posts and news articles were deliberately misleading, making Margaret seem like a promiscuous woman. Under the comment sections, many people even brought up what had happened between her and Henry before.“So Margaret previously broke off her engagement with Henry because she found out he had cheated? I thought she was so noble and dignified. Turns out she’s just another disgusting flirt?”“Didn’t Margaret use to act all disgusted by Henry because he cheated?”

Her hands tightened around the handlebars as she continuously twisted the throttle. Beneath the helmet, her lips had already pressed tightly together, her gaze cold and completely emotionless.They soon passed halfway through the track, and although the distance between Arthur and Margaret had narrowed slightly, it was still considerable. Arthur maintained his flawless performance, his motorcycle surging forward without stopping once and making not a single mistake.Then they reached the most dangerous curve on the track.Margaret’s grip around the handlebars tightened further, her lips pressing together as she stared unblinkingly at the road ahead.Not only did she refuse to slow down, but she also accelerated even more.The engine roared so violently that it nearly tore through the wind itself, shocking everyone watching nearby.Leaning low over the motorcycle, Margaret forced the bike into the sharpest possible angle as she entered the cu

“Arthur, stop joking around.”Setting the glass of water down, Margaret frowned. Her voice turned serious and cold, tinged with faint confusion. Arthur, seated across from her, caught every expression on her face and merely let out a soft chuckle.It was impossible to tell whether it carried bitterness or mockery.“Alright, Margaret.”“If you really want to call off the engagement, just do it. Whether I agree or not won’t make any difference anyway.”Arthur shrugged calmly, his expression remaining unchanged. After speaking, he took another sip of his coffee.Bitter.Margaret stared at Arthur for a long moment, as though trying to decipher what he was feeling right now, but she couldn’t. In the end, she could only ask rationally.“Are those benefits enough to satisfy you? If not, we can discuss it further.”“Consider it my compensation to you for failing to keep my promise.

After Margaret finished cleaning up a guest room, Christopher smoothly settled into staying at her house. He seemed to be in quite a good mood, occasionally smiling to himself for no reason, making Margaret wonder whether the previous accident had left him with some neurological aftereffects.Christopher’s belongings had already been delivered by his assistant, complete enough for him to stay at Margaret’s house for an entire week. But luckily, his assistant had also brought dinner for the two of them, so Margaret, who was feeling lazy, did not have to go into the kitchen to cook.After dinner, Margaret urged Christopher to shower and rest early, but he immediately put on a pitiful expression and blinked at her.“Darling, my shoulder hurts so much I can’t move it. Can you bathe me?”He blinked at Margaret with a charming and pitiful look, yet Margaret quickly turned her head away, refusing to be swayed.“I saw you looking perfectly energetic earlier. Your arm was moving just fine, too

Christopher’s wounds had started bleeding again.The realization struck Margaret instantly, leaving her overwhelmed with panic, confusion, and worry.“It’s alright, darling. It’s nothing serious.”Christopher gently kissed Margaret’s forehead before reaching for the wet wipes on the bedside table and carefully wiping the blood from her hands. After that, he leaned down once more, pressing a light kiss against Margaret’s lips as he coaxed softly.“Shall we continue?”It was still the same deep, gentle voice as before, but Margaret had become far more clear-headed now. She turned her face aside to avoid Christopher’s next kiss and braced herself against the bed as she sat up.Then, as fast as lightning, she turned to look at Christopher’s back. Perhaps all the movement from earlier had caused the wounds to reopen, because the streaks of blood looked somewhat frightening.Several scabbed wounds had split open again. Margaret trembled and hurriedly grabbed cotton pads to stop the bleeding