All Chapters of Is this love, Mr CEO?: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ROSE'S POVMy first day at Springs Cafe was the greatest first day in any work place. As the moments unfurled, it only affirmed my instincts that this would the place of positive change for me. Amir's innocent pure eyes would always remind of that.As day moved gradually to dusk, the activities of the cafe had shifted to that a diner. The door bell that chimed in the air announcing a customer's arrival during coffee hours was replaced by a light switch during dinner.For every customer that stepped into Green, a soft glow greeted him first. To me, it was a creative detail- your spotlight moment. "I hope I don't forget this feeling when my Amelia is born. One day, when I walk through that door, I want her in my arms as a trophy." I said softly, my eyes dreaming the moment."I think what you should be doing right now is getting ready to go," Amir's teasing voice broke into my thoughts, stirring my attention."I don't know how to get home..." I pouted sadly.Amir erupted in a coo, chuc

Navy’s POVAs planned on that one day, when everything around me crumbled, I hopped on the next plane back home. I was in need of some scolding and Mother’s constant nagging would be perfect.Beginning from the fact that I was going uninvited, and would probably arrive in the middle of the night when the old couple was sleeping.Still, there was no better time. As I walked through the terminal, I texted Cecilia, “Let’s end our little play, my wife’s coming home.”After that, the next time I checked my phone was when a cab driver dropped me in front of Papà’s gate. It was 1 in the morning.I exhaled deeply as I pressed the doorbell. I heard it ringing from the receiver, the sound of it piercing as though it were just beside me.The guilt of waking them with such startling gnawed at me. I instantly paused and prayed Enzo was awake, or Nonna would be just fine.Somebody, please open the gate! I groaned, softly banging my forehead on the wall.Unexpectedly, a groggy, tired voice chimed

The question of ‘how?’ flew right out the window when Lumbar unexpectedly announced his knowledge of Rosé’s whereabouts. I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, feeling a rush of surprise and relief wash over me. “Goodnight brother,” Lumbar’s voice echoed in the room accompanied by a squishing sound of the couch as he stood up.He placed a comforting hand over my shoulder, patting me gently.“I am sorry I couldn’t do much, I should have found another way even if Papà agreed to it.”My heart leaped in my chest, as I glanced at his sunken eyes, “You need rest, come on now, let’s go to bed.” I quipped, feigning indifference to his unexpected display of affection. A soft smile played on his lips, a subtle hint that he saw through my facade of indifference. “You too, we have a long day tomorrow.”A silent exchange of goodnight and sleep well echoed in the air as we went in the opposite direction of each other. Lumbar’s apartment was at the left, while mine was at the right. A

Navy’s POVI couldn’t bring myself to go in, my heart heavy with the agony of watching Tabitha and Maya go against each other, the awkward moment my father would endure because I couldn’t control Tabitha and ended up getting manipulated instead.How could I not see it coming? How could I not see that Cecilia countered all of Tabitha’s tantrums, playing defensive, instead of attacking like we agreed? The whole time I thought that Tabitha was too difficult for Cecilia, not knowing it was just a facade. As I stood outside struggling with my emotions, memories of Tabitha’s hurtful words echoed in my mind,“She couldn’t love me even as a son? What does that mean?” I muttered to myself, running my hands through my hair in frustration.It wasn’t wrong for me to have wanted my birth mother’s affection. I only wanted to give her a chance to tell her side of the story but she took advantage of me and fed me with lies. Lost in thoughts, I barely noticed Mother’s hands on the doorknob, violent

Navy’s POV“Is that what you told him?” For the first time, Papà raised his voice, my stomach churned with dismay as I glanced at Tabitha.“Was anything you told me true? Mother driving into your house while you were pregnant, ‘plucking’ me from your hand? What am I even saying, you said you didn’t know Papá was married.”“You said that, Tabitha? You painted me the bad person and forgot all the details of your seduction? You’re disgusting!” He breathed, clenching his fist on the chair.“Navy…”“Papà she said she named me Valentino,” I cut in, interrupting him. Everything Tabitha told me came rushing back like a torrent, washing over with a feeling of dismay.“How could you lie so easily? About something so unnecessary?”Tabitha lowered her gaze, masking her face with pity, a well-arranged expression that I failed to see through before. “I wanted you to like me,”“That’s another lie,” I interjected, my heart heavy with disappointment.“Apart from the fact that Cecilia wanted you to b