บททั้งหมดของ The billionaire Tyrant: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

The living room was filled with laughter as Lily, now six years old, twirled around in a sparkly purple dress, her hair tied up in a lopsided ponytail that Thomas had attempted earlier. “Dad, look!” she called, spinning so fast she almost tipped over. Thomas, sitting on the couch with his guitar, grinned and strummed a playful chord. “Looking good, kiddo! Is that the new move you’ve been practicing?” Lily nodded excitedly. “It’s my princess spin! Mommy said I should add sparkles, but I don’t know how to do that yet.” Emma walked in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel, and laughed. “I meant imaginary sparkles, Lil. You’re already sparkly enough as it is.” Lily gasped dramatically, placing her hands on her hips. “Mommy, there’s no such thing as too much sparkle!” Emma exchanged a knowing look with Thomas. “She’s your kid,” she teased. “Hey, don’t pin this on me,” Thomas said, pretending to look offended. “You’re the one who introduced her to glitter.” “Tha

The house felt quieter than usual. Emma sat at the couch, staring at the clock on the wall. Thomas walked in, a newspaper tucked under his arm, and sat across from her. “She’s only been gone for an hour,” he said, trying to keep his tone light. Emma sighed, smiling faintly. “I know. It just feels...strange.” Thomas leaned back in his chair, glancing out the window. “It’s like the house doesn’t know what to do without her.” Emma nodded. “I keep thinking about her sitting in that classroom. Do you think she’s okay?” Thomas set the newspaper down and leaned forward. “Emma, she was practically skipping into the school. She’s fine. Probably already charming her whole class.” Emma laughed softly. “You’re probably right. It’s just hard not to wonder. What if she gets scared? Or if she misses us?” Thomas reached across the table and took her hand. “She’s brave, Em. And she knows we’ll be there for her. We’ve given her everything she needs to handle this.” Emma squeezed his ha

The living room remained calm, Emma leaned against Thomas as they sat together, the blanket still pulled up to her lap. The glow of the lamp gave the room a warm, golden light. After a few minutes, Thomas shifted slightly, breaking the silence. “Do you remember your first day of school?” Emma tilted her head up to look at him. “Hmm. I do, actually. I was terrified. My mom had to practically drag me to the car.” Thomas chuckled. “That’s hard to imagine now. You’re one of the most confident people I know.” Emma laughed softly. “That confidence took a while to build. I didn’t talk to anyone that first day. I sat by myself during lunch, and I was convinced I’d never make a single friend.” “What happened?” Thomas asked, curious. Emma smiled, her gaze distant as she remembered. “There was this girl, Sarah, during my primary school days. She sat next to me and offered me half of her sandwich because I looked sad. It was peanut butter and jelly, and I hated peanut butter. But I at

Thomas lingered for a moment, watching through the window as Lily’s small figure walked toward the school bus, her bright backpack bouncing with every step. Emma stood beside him, her arms crossed loosely as she smiled. “She looked so excited,” Emma said, her voice warm. Thomas nodded, turning away from the window. “I think that drawing might have earned me ‘coolest dad’ points.” Emma chuckled, following him into the kitchen. “You’re lucky she’s not old enough to judge your artistic skills yet.” Thomas gasped in mock offense as he poured himself another cup of coffee. “Are you suggesting my dragon wasn’t a masterpiece?” Emma raised an eyebrow as she leaned against the counter. “It was a good effort. Let’s leave it at that.” Thomas grinned, stepping closer to her with his coffee in hand. “Careful, you might end up inspiring another work of art. Maybe a stick figure family this time.” Emma laughed, swatting lightly at his arm. “I think Lily is the artist of this house. Yo

Thomas woke up to the gentle golden light spilling through the curtains. For a brief moment, he lay still, savoring the silence of the early morning. The calm wouldn’t last long today was the day. The zoo day. They had promised Lily for weeks, and there had been no shortage of reminders from her. He glanced at the clock: 7:15 a.m. With a quiet groan, he stretched and sat up. Next to him, Emma was still sound asleep, her hair a mess against the pillow. Thomas smiled to himself as he leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” he whispered softly. Emma stirred, one eye cracking open. “Five more minutes,” she mumbled, pulling the blanket over her face. “Zoo day,” Thomas reminded her with a grin. The blanket lowered an inch. “Already?” “You know she’s been talking about this for two weeks. It’s happening.” Emma sighed dramatically but smiled. “Fine. Coffee first, though.” “Deal.” Thomas swung his legs out of bed and padded toward the kitchen. On the way,