Amora’s sharp eyes glanced at Regis’ grip on her wrist. Eventually, the man slowly let go.A rough huff escaped Amora’s lips. She took a few seconds to calm herself before speaking again. “All this time, Ray never knew who his father was, and he believes that man abandoned him and me as his mother,” she said.She glanced at Regis to see his reaction, but he remained expressionless.“In a boy like Ray’s mind ... do you really think he can accept his father suddenly showing up and claiming him after years of fostering hatred for the man who left him?”Amora’s lengthy explanation left Regis in silence. He finally understood his significant mistake.However, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to meet the boy; he simply hadn’t remembered ever being with a woman, let alone getting one pregnant!Even so, Regis couldn’t use that as an excuse. As Amora had said, Rayden would not accept him easily. Abandoning him since he was in the womb was an unforgivable act!Regis thought he would need time to o
“Haaah…”A long sigh escaped Amora’s lips. She had no idea how many times she had sighed like that today.Rayden, watching cartoons on the hospital bed, turned to look at her. He noticed his mom seemed troubled by something.Since yesterday afternoon, he had seen his mom lost in thought without any clear reason. Even though Rayden had asked her what was bothering her, she refused to tell him.Rayden guessed it had something to do with Regis Lorenzo. Ever since she mentioned that she would take him home after visiting the hospital, his mom seemed to have lost focus on everything else.Rayden returned his attention to his show. He didn’t want to ask any more questions because he didn’t want to add to her worries.Amora didn’t realize that her son was concerned. She was still lost in the thoughts that had been weighing on her mind since the previous day.Her eyes glanced at the sky outside the window, which had turned orange, signaling it had been almost a full day since her meeting with
Rayden's hazel eyes blinked repeatedly. He tried to process the question he had just been asked."Mom ... you're not running a fever, right?" the boy responded, sounding unsure.He placed the back of his tiny hand on his mother's forehead, his expression serious with his brows furrowed. "No fever," he muttered.Amora smiled widely and gently lowered his hand from her forehead. "No, I’m not sick, Ray."The boy tilted his head and asked further, "Then why did you suddenly ask something like that?"Rayden cast a suspicious look at his mother. It wasn’t like her to talk about the idea of having a father with him, which made the whole thing seem strange. In the past, every time Rayden brought it up, his mom would always avoid the topic with a million excuses.And now, she was asking what he thought of Regis Lorenzo being his father. To him, it was an odd and unusual question."I was just saying... what if he were to be your father," Amora replied, her voice a little nervous."Oh, really?"
A luxurious car came to a stop in front of the hospital entrance. Mark quickly stepped out from the right passenger side and rushed to open the door for his young master.Regis got out, dressed semi-formally, wearing a black blazer paired with a white t-shirt and slim-fit jeans.“Have you prepared everything, Mark?” Regis asked, glancing at his assistant.“Yes, Sir,” Mark replied, handing Regis a neatly printed document inside a clear folder.“Help Albert bring in the stuff,” Regis instructed before heading into the hospital building.Mark nodded, then hurried to assist Regis’s personal driver, Albert Parker, with unloading the newly purchased items. He quickly followed behind his young master, who had already gotten ahead.Earlier, his young master had gone on a shopping spree, buying things for two new people who were about to become a part of his life.“Wait, Young Master!”Mark ran just in time before the elevator doors fully closed. Regis, already inside, pressed the button to re
Upon hearing Regis's command to his subordinate, Amora immediately rushed out of the bathroom and stopped Albert from leaving the room."Wa-wait a moment, Sir Lorenzo. I think the mistake isn't with the flowers, but with me," Amora blurted, trying to explain her situation.She hoped Regis would understand her condition and not blame others. However, Regis remained indifferent and said, "Of course, the owner of the flowers is also at fault."Amora furrowed her brows. "How can that be, Sir Lorenzo? What’s wrong with the flowers?" she asked, confused.Regis's eyes locked on Amora before he answered, "The flowers made my woman uncomfortable. I believe someone should be held responsible.""W-what?" Amora's eyes widened in shock. She thought Regis was being overly dramatic, but one thing caught her attention—the way he described her in his earlier words.'My woman?' Amora murmured in her heart, biting her lower lip nervously.Amora's eyes flicked to her son, who was engrossed in playing wit
Amora's eyes blinked nervously. She still couldn’t believe what she had just heard from Regis.His deep yet gentle voice made her heart pound wildly.There was no denying that Regis’s confession deeply touched her heart. She never imagined she could change his view on the value of marriage.“Aren’t you going to say something, Amora?” Regis asked, feeling like his confession had been in vain since she hadn’t responded.“I-I ... I didn’t know I was that amazing,” Amora mumbled, still reeling from the shock.She never expected to have such a big influence on Regis. Nor did she ever think he would be interested in her.From the moment they first met, Amora had always tried to avoid drawing his attention. If she could escape, she definitely would.But fate had other plans, bringing them back together in a different situation and drawing them closer for a very important reason.“You are amazing because you managed to get my attention. You should be proud,” Regis remarked.Amora pouted, but
Regis chuckled softly. "Are you really that scared of not being accepted?" he teased."It's not that, but I …."Amora hesitated for a moment. She didn’t know how to express her fear of being overlooked by the members of the Lorenzo family. She could already imagine the disdainful faces of the elders looking down on her.‘Just imagining it feels overwhelming, how will I face them later?’ Amora thought as she sighed in exhaustion.“You don’t need to worry. They’re not as bad as you think,” Regis said as if he could read her thoughts.In truth, it was easy for Regis to get the approval of the elders. With his position as the first heir in the family, they wouldn't make things too difficult for him, as long as Regis could give everyone what they wanted.However, the people Regis was most concerned about were his father and grandmother. Both were strict and picky when it came to choosing a wife for him.Amora’s current status made it difficult for her to be accepted by his family, but Regi
“Crazy! This is really crazy!” Regis shouted in his mind.The kiss that was growing more intense with Amora stirred a powerful turmoil within him. He had pinned her against the wall, his lips never leaving hers, completely intoxicated by the connection they shared.The memory of that hot night seven years ago ran through her mind.Their breaths became increasingly heavy until Regis finally pulled away, but he didn't stop there. Slowly, his lips traced down the elegant curve of her neck.“Sir, please stop…”Regis ignored the woman's plea, his lips continuing to explore her smooth skin, fueling his desire to hold her tightly.Amora bit her lip hard, trying to push him away. Her nails dug into his shoulder as Regis grew more intense.Regis’s hands grew bolder, slipping under Amora's shirt and touching sensitive spots that ignited a rush of emotions within her.Amora's knees felt weak. If her hands weren't braced on Regis's shoulders, she might have collapsed to the floor at that moment.