Married to my Ex's Billionaire Father의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

Nobody moved.“You said brother.”Rachel closed her eyes.“Yes.”“Who?”Ethan stood and held out his hand for the phone.Rachel hesitated, then gave it to him.“Hi.”Silence.“Who is this?”“My name is Ethan.”Another silence.“Ethan Bennett?”“Yes.”“Damon Bennett’s son?”“Yes.”Arthur sat down again.Lily sounded confused.“What does this have to do with me?”Ethan looked at Rachel, then Arthur, then Damon.“Rachel is my biological mother too.”Silence.Then:“What?”“I found out today.”“How recently?”Ethan looked at me.“Today has been busy.”I burst out laughing.Damon covered his mouth.Arthur looked at the ceiling.Rachel cried harder.And Lily laughed.“You’re serious?”“Yes.”“So Damon Bennett is my…”“No,” Ethan said quickly. “Absolutely not.”Damon looked offended.“What was that tone?”Ethan covered the phone.“Would you prefer she think you slept with Rachel twice?”Damon reconsidered.“Continue.”I nearly fell off the sofa.Et

Lily had been in Cedar Falls for less than a day, yet somehow she already felt like she belonged.At breakfast, Damon had already asked four questions about her.“Who is picking her up?”“Ethan.” Billionaire“Alone?”I lowered my toast.“Yes, Damon. Alone.”“She’s a Bennett.”“She found out six days ago.”“Biology doesn’t operate on a waiting period.”I stared at him.“Says the man who married his son’s former fiancée.”Silence.Damon returned to his coffee.By ten, Ethan was at the airport.He had refused everyone’s offer to accompany him. He wanted his first meeting with Lily to belong to them.They had spent the week texting and talking. He knew she was a pediatric nurse, loved terrible romantic comedies, drank coffee without sugar, and was terrified of birds.Then she walked through the arrivals doors.Lily.She wore jeans, white sneakers, and a green sweater.She saw Ethan.They stopped.“Hi.”“Hi.”“This is awkward.”“Extremely.”“Good.”“Why good?”“

Lily went quiet.“When?”“I don't know.”“You said you didn't remember her.”“I don't.”He rubbed his forehead.“But there are pieces.”“Do you want to leave?”“No.”“You sure?”“Yes.”He looked around.“I want to remember.”Lily nodded.They ordered ice cream.Chocolate for Ethan.Vanilla for Lily.He stared at hers.“You're still wrong.”“Your obsession with chocolate is unhealthy.”“Your commitment to blandness concerns me.”She laughed.Then Ethan's phone rang.Arthur.He looked at Lily.She saw the name.“Answer.”“You sure?”“Yes.”Ethan answered.“Hey.”“Is Lily with you?”Ethan looked at her.“Yes.”Arthur immediately sounded nervous.“Is she okay?”Lily leaned toward the phone.“I survived the night.”Arthur went quiet.“Hi.”Lily smiled.“Hi.”A pause.Then another.Ethan looked between the phone and his sister.Painful.Lily rescued him.“Did you sleep?”Arthur laughed softly.“Not much.”“Me neither.”“Are you…”He stopped.Lily waited.“Are you free later?”Her expression

Lily was halfway to the door when Rachel called her name.“Lily?”She stopped.“I just wanted to say goodbye.”“I’m not leaving until Sunday.”“I know.”Rachel gave her a small smile.“But I probably won’t see you again before then.”There was no pressure in her voice. No expectation. She seemed ready to accept whatever Lily was willing to give her.“I hope you enjoyed Cedar Falls,” Rachel said.“I did.”“I’m glad.”Rachel looked at Ethan.“Take care of her.”“I will.”“I’m standing right here,” Lily said.Rachel laughed softly.“Sorry.”She turned.“Rachel?”She stopped.“Are you busy tomorrow morning?”Rachel stared at her.“Tomorrow?”“Yes.”“No.”“Would you like breakfast with me?”Rachel’s lips parted.“Just us,” Lily added.Rachel’s eyes filled.“Yes. Of course.”“Eight?”“Eight is perfect.”“I’ll text you the place.”“Okay.”“Goodnight, Rachel.”“Goodnight, Lily.”Rachel walked away.Ethan waited until they were outside.“That was nice.”

By nine that evening, Bennett House was finally quiet.No surprise relatives.No family meetings.No one crying over twenty-six-year-old secrets.No Arthur pacing through the living room.No Rachel carrying another emotional bomb in her handbag.No Ethan complaining about his father.No Lily discovering another branch of her family tree.Just me.And Damon.I was stretched across our bed with a bowl of strawberries balanced on my stomach when he walked out of the bathroom.He stopped.“What?”I looked up.His eyes dropped to the bowl.Then to me.“Maya.”“No.”“I haven’t said anything.”“You have a face.”“What face?”“The pregnancy police face.”He walked toward the bed.“I was going to ask whether you washed those.”I stared at him.“Damon.”“What?”“I am twenty-six years old.”“And pregnant.”“I know how to wash fruit.”“I didn’t say you didn’t.”“You were thinking it.”He sat beside me.“I was thinking you look beautiful.”Oh.I looked down at my strawberries.“That was smooth.”“