All Chapters of Oops, My Sugar Baby is Alpha: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"Henry, haven't you heard the saying: 'To avoid being known, one should not act'?" Andrew's back straightened against the sofa as he spoke calmly, "So, the person secretly aiding her all these years wasn't you?" "What if it was! I do like Scarlett, but I've never done anything I shouldn't have with her." Henry deliberately raised his voice, attempting to sound confident, but his tone was noticeably unsteady. "You know Scarlett has had a hard time these past years, yet you stood by and watched. After all, she had feelings for you." Henry protested. "Are you suggesting that I should thank her for betraying me?" Andrew sneered. "You know she was manipulated by my parents..." Henry blurted out in his haste, visibly flustered after the words left his mouth. Seemingly unperturbed, Andrew's lips twitched slightly as he continued, "Does that mean she wasn't at fault?" Though a trap set by the cunning Thomas couple, Scarlett wasn't forced into it; she succumbed to temptation herself. "W

Andrew's eyes contained deep restraint, suppressing all emotions in front of her to avoid losing control. "Isabella, I never claimed to be an unemployed drifter; that was your subjective assumption. In the prenuptial agreement and the custody transfer agreement I gave you, there were provisions for property distribution and financial compensation for you, but you never bothered to look. From the start, I never intended to deceive you." "Andrew, do you still have the nerve to justify yourself?" Isabella's body trembled uncontrollably with anger. "All my questions to you were clear, and your answers were ambiguous. It was your subtle influence that led me astray. Even when I asked about your background and family, you never explicitly told me who you really were. In two years, you had plenty of opportunities to be honest, but you weren't." "I admit I wasn't entirely honest. I selfishly hoped that you'd love Andrew, the person, not the baggage that came with me. But, Isabella, except

"In a while, call back. Let's talk about us first," Andrew said, looking at her with a deep, helpless gaze. "Isabella, how can I make you let go of me?" Isabella gazed deeply into his profound blue eyes, a touch of cold sarcasm curling her lips. "Andrew, isn't that something I should be asking you? How can you let go of me?" "I can't let go," Andrew replied firmly, his expression serious and solemn. "Since Asher was born, it's impossible for us to completely sever ties. Initially, I just wanted to make do with you; after all, most people get by that way. I thought I could control everything, but emotions aren't something I can control. I don't easily fall for someone, but once I decide, I won't let go." "Andrew, have you no shame? You won't let go. Are you planning to drag me to my grave?" Isabella was furious. "If I die, you can remarry. But after your death, we'll be buried together. That, I'll instruct Asher," he said matter-of-factly, utterly serious, with no hint of jest. I

"In what situation could it still be? The filming has wrapped up, and the crew is celebrating next door. Our little sister-in-law is also there," Charles said in a lowered voice. "The movie hasn't premiered yet, what's there to celebrate?" Ryan remarked. "My movie is definitely going to be a big hit. What's wrong with celebrating in advance?" Charles shot him a glance and said, puzzled, "But little sister-in-law is next door, and the boss is here drinking alone." "They're having a cold war," Ryan said. "Why are they arguing again?" Charles felt a headache coming on. It's just a woman, and all this drama exhausts him just by watching. "Can it not be a problem? Our boss has a strong sense of pride. Being used as a stepping stone by a girl, how can that feel good?" Ryan sneered in response. "What's going on?" Charles asked, confused. Ryan then recounted to Charles everything he had heard outside the door. After hearing it all, Charles snorted. "I've said it before, anyone who fa

Waking up the next day, Isabella felt sore all over, as if she might fall apart. The sunlight outside the half-opened curtains poured in, causing her eyes to squint. She instinctively reached out to block it and turned, coming into contact with a sturdy chest. She opened her eyes to find Andrew's enlarged handsome face already awake, propped up on his elbow, looking at her. "Good morning, mate," he greeted. She instantly sobered up, recalling their conversation from yesterday. He was a werewolf, and she had mated with a wolf! She immediately sat up. He also sat up, embracing her bare back. "Isabella, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." She almost wanted to cover her face. The thought of her mating with a wolf and potentially having wolf babies as a human felt strange. "Andrew, you said you're a werewolf. Do you have a tail?" she stammered, realizing her throat was dry. "Do you want to see it?" His blue eyes fixed on her expression, attentive and affectionate. Shyly, she nodd