All Chapters of The Billionaire's One-Night Stand!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Mother... that's not true..." Flora found her mother's prejudice against Matthew far deeper than she'd anticipated. She faltered, attempting to explain: "He's truly been good to me. I feel his love for me, and it's not because of the children." "Well, explain this, then, why is it that he loves you yet marries Selena? Loving one person and marrying another, is that the act of a responsible man? And moreover, why did he intentionally hide Paul from us?" She didn't bother addressing the first issue, but the second struck a painful chord in Flora's heart. She had been agonizing over the matter of Paul. Her mother sighed a wistful sigh: "Flora, listen to me, you and Patrick grew up together, that boy is far more trustworthy than Matthew." "Madam..." Patrick interjected quickly on Flora's behalf: "We did grow up together, but our past... that was my mistake, please don't blame Flora anymore. Perhaps Matthew is not as bad as you and I think, maybe..." "No! I absolutely object! Anyon

After a frantic examination, the doctor finally let out a sigh of relief: "She's alright, she probably just fainted due to a strong emotional shock. She's pregnant, so she needs to rest a bit, don't let her get too emotional again. With proper rest, there should be no future problems." "Thank you, doctor." Patrick nodded, escorting the doctor out the door. He looked at the woman lying on the hospital bed, couldn't help but reach out to touch her cheek: "So, you truly did love Matthew, didn't you? You went this far because you were afraid he'd misunderstand..: " If he had harbored any distant hopes before today, today he had fully accepted the harsh reality. Having sat next to her for a while, Patrick was then lured away by a phone call. At that moment, the woman lying in bed sat upright, summoning the doctor with a ring. "Hello, are you feeling unwell?" The doctor greeted her with a hint of a smile. "I need a favor, doctor... Can you check if... if I was involved with someone e

“Do you know where he went?” Flora's grip on the blanket loosened slightly, but the negative feelings at the bottom of her heart didn't seem to be fading away. Emma pondered for a few seconds, as if trying to recall the recent events, then shook her head: “No, I don't know… But he seemed very hurried, it must be something important. But miss… why would you care about that man? What you should be most concerned about now is your own health and the baby in your womb.” Only when the mother is genuinely healthy, both physically and emotionally, can the fetus grow normally. Not her first time being pregnant, Flora, of course, understood this simple principle. Without hesitation, she replied: “I understand, but…” Yet, the frosty, aloof expression of Matthew from that day still lingered in her mind. Until she could explain things clearly to him, the weight in her heart would not be lifted. “The doctor said that the injection he gave you was actually a tonic, not 'that kind of drug'. An

“Miss, you're back. Did you speak with that gentleman?” As soon as she saw her young mistress entering the room, Emma hurried over to inquire: "If you two don't talk, the issue will never be resolved. Miss, now is not the time to be cross. What if... he is in dire need of you?” It was a rare occurrence for Emma to speak in Matthew's favor. The little girl's attitude today was quite unusual. Flora still remembered that just a few days ago, Emma had seen Matthew as an enemy and had absolutely refused to let him near her young mistress. Something must have happened, somewhere beneath the surface. Flora thought so. Feeling Flora's piercing gaze, Emma quickly looked away, changing the subject: “Miss, I've completed the task you assigned me. That man said he would take care of the issue, there’s nothing to worry about, he asked you to be at ease. You should stop worrying…” “Emma." Flora interrupted her: "Are you hiding something from me?” “No, not at all! Why would there be anyth

Some distance from the hospital, in a derelict warehouse on the outskirts, Matthew offered a sardonic smile towards the bound figure on the chair, defiant despite resembling a fish laid out for slaughter: "You wanted to see the police, didn't you? Well, you'll get your wish soon enough. But it's to aid the investigation into illicit drug trading, and... intentional assault." "Intentional assault?" The voice of the tied individual shot up: "I haven't intentionally harmed anyone! This is a frame-up!" "Flora is pregnant. The usage of unidentified drugs can harm both the fetus and the mother's health." Matthew languidly pulled out a knife, sliding a gentle finger down the blade as he posed a chilling question: "Tell me, how many slashes should this knife carve on your face to be considered fair?" Only then did the fear truly take hold of the captive. She paled, shaking her head in frenzied denial: "No... no... I've done nothing... You've got the wrong person... it's not me..." "Who's