Third POVEmelia was admitted to a hospital. Ashton was by her side. Though he wasn’t allowed into the examination room, he still refused to leave the hospital. He was seated outside the ward, waiting for the doctor's summons, when Winter and Emmett arrived.“How is she?” Winter asked worriedly. He had just received news of her rescue and immediately came to the hospital.Ashton glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. “Alive. Still waiting for feedback.”“And how long will that take?” Winter asked.“Does it look like I have a medical degree?”Winter and Emmett exchanged looks but didn’t say anything. It was clear Ashton wasn’t himself. They all sat in the lounge, waiting impatiently for the doctor to finish his examination. After what felt like hours, the older man, dressed in a white lab coat, finally made an appearance.He glanced at the three men, all powerful in their respective fields. It was a very rare occurrence to have three wealthy and famous men in his hospital at the s
"Emelia, do you still have the courage to seduce my son now?!” Molly Walker was triggered when she saw her beloved son in the arms of that unlucky woman! Winter was her child whom she had cared for and loved. Though she still had a younger son, Emmett had never shown interest in the family company; he preferred acting and earning his own fortunes. When their company had faced bankruptcy, wasn't it Winter who had skillfully revived it? Everywhere she went, she received praises from other aristocratic women who were all envious of her son. Her child was not only good-looking but also very smart and well-mannered. The only flaw was his poor health. However, she wasn't willing to let that stand in the way of him inheriting the family fortune. Which was why she had brought Emelia along to care for the company on Winter's behalf. Who knew this treacherous woman would go as far as to steal her son? Even after she offered her so much money, Emelia not only clung to Winter's side, but she wa
'She won't come.''She has no reason to see you again...''You lied to her...'Ashton's fingers shook as he finished typing the text message. He was a bit reluctant to hit the send button, not thinking he could handle the disappointment of being rejected at the moment.He liked to think that he was open-minded about the matter. If Emelia indeed chose not to see him again, or even asked him to stay away from her, Ashton liked to think he’d comply with her wishes without a mental breakdown. But that was all his wishful thinking. The truth of the matter was, at this point, he didn't think he could live without her. He loved her to his core and was willing to do whatever it took to have her by his side.But she had refused to even look at him in the hospital. And how could he blame her for that? He was the one who had endangered her life in the first place; he had lied to her about his identity. The most sensible thing would be to stay away from him.It had taken him days without seeing h
"Are you sure you don't need anything?""No, I'm fine." Emelia placed her hand on her stomach. She was already nine months along. Since she refused to stay in the hospital until delivery, Winter had gotten her a nurse to look after her at home.At first, she had been annoyed at the close monitoring. Everything she did was being closely watched—the food she ate, the drinks she had, the clothes she wore, even the number of steps she took. These days, she couldn't even walk down the stairs without multiple people watching her closely. It wasn't just the nurse; even the house help was part of it.Emelia always rolled her eyes at the anxiety of those around her. It was just a pregnancy, and she would give birth any day now, so she didn’t think there was anything to worry about.These days, she didn’t do much. She had been home for months, barely going anywhere. Winter had reluctantly gone back to the office after the first few months, though he always came back from time to time to check o
Winter arrived at the hospital not long after. A nurse directed him to the VIP Ward, where Emelia was stationed. "How is she?" he asked the nurse waiting outside the room.Though she was Emelia's personal caretaker, the hospital had rules against non-family members staying in the labor room. "I'm not sure, but based on how much pain she's in, it won't be an easy delivery."Winter gritted his teeth, planning to go in, but Agatha tried to stop him, wanting to point out that he wasn't properly dressed. Thankfully, the doctor walked out and guided him to put on something more suitable. Agatha sighed in relief, knowing how cold and distant her boss could be; she preferred to avoid any interaction with him if possible.After changing out of his suit, Winter was brought into the hospital room. Emelia was lying on the propped-up bed, her complexion very pale, her face twisted in pain. She barely noticed Winter's arrival, not until he stood by her bed and whispered comforting words."You? When
Emelia’s mind spun as she stared at the intricately designed invitation. Ashton, the man she loved, was getting married. He had moved on. The reasonable part of her was happy for him; it was best that they stay apart after all, and having different partners was the best way to do this. Honestly, she didn't think it would hurt this much. She bit her lips unknowingly, looking aggrieved and uncomfortable. Winter, who had been watching her closely, couldn't help but laugh, but there was no joy in his eyes. So, it was like this; she still couldn't let go, even after so long. "What are you thinking about? It's just a wedding invitation. It's not like you are being forced to go." Although, it would be to his benefit if they went. He wanted her to see Ashton marrying someone else with her own eyes so that in the future, she wouldn't dare think of a life with him. Wasn't he good enough as a husband? Why was she still obsessed with the heir of an underground organization whose business was
Ashton could pretend to love her, but Lucille must have noticed that his affections weren't genuine. Yet, she clung to him with the hope of changing his feelings one day.She had come to the Barisova compound to see him a day before the wedding. Ashton was in the living room, nursing a glass of Scotch in his hand, looking deep in thought. These days, he seemed to enjoy getting drunk. Lucille went over and sat beside him, though she didn’t close the distance entirely because she knew Ashton valued his personal space above everything else."How are you feeling?" she asked, the concern in her voice drawing the attention of the man beside her."Why are you here? Isn't there a saying that the groom shouldn't see the bride days before the wedding?""Yeah, but I was worried about you." She smiled lovingly.Ashton reached out and placed a hand on her stomach. She was already six months along, and despite everything else, he was at least looking forward to the birth of his child. So, though h
Emelia’s eyes widened at his sudden accusation. She pulled her mouth off him, gasping for air.“What? No!” she exclaimed, shaking her head. “I wasn’t thinking about Ashton.” The name was heavy on her tongue.She wasn't lying, but she still felt guilty for even making Winter consider the possibility that she would think about another man while they were intimate. She had really left a dark shadow over their relationship, and she didn't think it would ever get better. All she could do was try to correct her mistakes and make it up to him."Really? Then what were you thinking about?""Why I haven’t done this much earlier. It feels so relaxing."Winter raised a brow at her words, then his lips stretched into an amused grin. "Only you, Emelia Carter, would think giving a blowjob was relaxing.""It’s true though." She leaned forward and placed a wet kiss on the head of his cock, which was slick with her saliva. "You smell amazing. I could get lost in your scent for a very long time."Winter