All Chapters of Billionaire's Abused Wife: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Yohan Dixon lay naked under the blanket on his bed, holding Sara close in his arms. She was tired, her eyes closed in exhaustion. While Sara lay contentedly, Yohan seemed lost in his thoughts."Yohan," she murmured softly."Hmm?" he responded."What are you thinking about?" she lazily asked.Yohan sighed deeply, planting a kiss on her head. He didn't reveal that he was actually waiting for Nolan's call, keeping his thoughts to himself.Just as his phone began to ring, he gently released Sara from his embrace and reached for the mobile resting on the bedside table. With a slightly displeased expression, he answered the call."It's been an hour, Nolan," he said, clearly unhappy as Nolan had taken longer than expected to return his call. Sara, who had opened her eyes to look at Yohan's face, noticed the intensity in his darkened eyes."Sir, Jemma hasn't left Jenkins House for four days," Nolan informed him.Yohan leaned back on th

"You stopped again. Go on, keep working," Sara said but Nisha pointed towards Jemma.Sara turned her gaze towards Jemma, swiftly approaching her and taking her hands in hers. "Why did you come here? Come with me... come..."Leading Jemma to the dining room, Sara pulled out a chair for her to sit on."Sit here," Sara instructed Jemma, then called out to Nisha, "Nisha, bring the fruits and breakfast for Jemma."Nisha promptly brought everything and arranged it on the table. Sara noticed a missing glass and scolded Nisha, "Why didn't you bring a glass? You're late in getting breakfast ready, and Jemma had to come out of the room. You know she's still weak. You're not focusing on your work, Nisha. Go and prepare the porridge."As Nisha hurried to the kitchen, Sara began serving breakfast to Jemma. "Eat, da

Jemma sat on her bed, gazing at the walls with a distant look in her eyes. The echoes of her distressing experience continued to reverberate within her, leaving her deeply affected. The scars, both physical and emotional, were still vivid, casting a shadow over her otherwise comforting surroundings.She hugged a pillow tightly, trying to find comfort in its embrace. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, grappling with the trauma she had endured. The feeling of helplessness and fear seeped into her thoughts, leaving her feeling vulnerable and overwhelmed.Despite the safety of her new environment, the residual trauma from her recent ordeal persisted, casting a cloud over her current sense of security. Jemma knew that healing would take time, and the impact of those harrowing days would linger within her for a while longer.In the evening…

Before Jemma could explain further, a waiter interrupted, "Can I get you any drinks?" Jay turned to Jemma, "Drink?" "Lemonade, please." Jay ordered, "Two lemonades." The waiter inquired, "Anything else, sir?" Jay looked at Jemma, "What do you feel like eating?" Jemma pondered for a moment, then asked, "Do you have any burgers?" "Yes," the waiter confirmed, showing her the burger options on the menu. She ordered one while the waiter waited for Jay's order. Jay simply said, "Fries." The waiter left after taking their orders, and Jay complimented Jemma again, "By the way, this color and style really suits you." "Thanks." Jay gazed at Jemma for a moment, his eyes filled with intensity. "What's up with that look?" Jemma asked. "Can I hold your hand?" He requested. Jemma glanced at her hands, then at Jay with a little hesitation. “It’s okay.” Jay said sadly. She

Sara nodded thoughtfully, "Everyone makes mistakes, Jimmy. What matters most is how we handle those mistakes. Your dad, whenever he made a mistake, he always apologized and tried to fix it."Noah looked troubled, "But what if the mistake is so big that it really hurts someone? Can a simple apology make it right?"Sara sighed, "Sometimes, apologies help heal wounds, but the hurt might linger. Forgiveness takes time."Noah's expression became heavier, "Mom, I've messed up."Sara gently touched his shoulder, "If you've hurt someone, the first step is to apologize. If the person cares about you, they'll understand.""But what if the person doesn't forgive me?" Noah asked, sounding worried."If someone truly cares about your happiness, they'll find it in their heart to forgive you," Sara reassured him.Noah reclined on the couch, resting his head on his mother's lap. Sara soothingly ran her fingers through his hair."You have the an