All Chapters of MR. LOVELESS AND HIS WILD LOVER: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Phoebe’s POV: Lately, I’d been receiving strange calls, but whenever I tried to call back, I couldn’t connect. I pushed those thoughts aside due to Jonathan and Eric’s games. Today seemed no different until the caller said something that caught me off guard. “Hello,” he repeated. “I can hear you,” I responded. He sighed, relieved that I was listening. I was too stunned to speak further. When I noticed Eric staring at me, I forced a smile. “I know this sounds strange and suspicious, but I’m telling the truth. I shouldn’t be contacting you. I have no right, but I need to talk to you. When I found out you were Daisy’s daughter, I realized you were also my daughter,” he suddenly paused. “Phoebe, are you listening?” he asked. I was in shock. My body tensed. Who was this man, boldly claiming to be my father? I questioned myself. My father was supposed to have died long ago, so why was someone making such a claim? “Phoebe!” he called again, knowing my name and my mother’s. It

Eric’s POV I arrived at the location set by the person who sent the letter. It wasn’t what I expected. Strangely it felt familiar. I arrived early in order not to be ambushed. Not that it’s matters but I couldn’t risk it. A bakery shop with few customers. I wondered if they actually had customers. I sat and scanned the place, for any strange occurrences. Andrew was on standby even though I insisted for him not to bother. Checked on my watch, the person was running late. It was getting annoying. I kept sighing while I waited. Suddenly someone hugged me from behind and whispered. “I miss you Eric” I was startled for a moment, but realizing who it was made furious. “Racheal! Get off me now!” I raised my voice. She lets go and took her seat. “You are do cold, you need to tone down your temper. “You are the one who wrote the letter to me now,” I chuckled. “You must be playing tricks on me. Were you that desperate to get my attention” I provoked her. She didn’

Phoebe’s POV I quickly got into a taxi and drove straight to Eric’s house. For some odd reason, i felt he needed me. The drive took longer than I expected. I tried calling his phone but it was off. Andrew wasn’t picking up either. I had already spoken to Jonathan. His tone wasn’t what I was expecting. The moment I got out of the taxi, I ran as fast as I could. Couldn’t wait for the gate ID to capture my face. The alarm went off, but I didn’t bother looking back. I ran passed Andrew and the other bodyguard, who ran towards the gate. I barged into Eric’s room. He wasn’t himself. His head was down facing the table before him. With both his hands holding the tips of the table. “Eric!” I called out his name. He turned. His face messed up by his tears. I hated to see him like this. I felt a sting in my chest. It was an unbearable pain. The man I loved was in pain. “E-Eric” My words were cut short when he pulled me into a tight hug. I felt his tears on my shoulders. He mu

Eric’s POV It's been a few days since I discovered Uncle Ben’s involvement in my parents' deaths. It was quite fortunate that I survived, but I couldn’t shake the thought that my own uncle could kill his brother. Why? What drove him to do it? Wasn't his treatment of me similar to how Philip and Chang treated me? Did this mean I had to be even more careful with Philip and Chang? And what about Phoebe and her family? Would they be in danger too? These thoughts haunted me. I couldn’t sleep with Phoebe out of the house. Her stubbornness sometimes irritated me, yet it was one of the reasons I fell for her. I hadn’t visited my grandparents in a while, and now it would be even more difficult since I didn’t know what I would do if I ever saw Uncle Ben. Andrew was helping me investigate who was involved in the accident. Twenty years ago, the police reported it as an accident. But how could I call it an accident when my body was discovered more than a foot away from the nearly un

Mr. Meyers arrived at the designated location, his heart pounding in his chest. Eric and Cloud were still far behind. He parked a distance away, not wanting to draw any attention. He moved cautiously, putting space between himself and the people holding Phoebe hostage. He tiptoed, carefully examining his surroundings as he closed in. The area was isolated, a perfect place for someone to disappear without a trace. The building had no windows, adding to the ominous atmosphere. Mr. Meyers hid behind a cracked door and peered through the narrow opening to see what was happening inside. His eyes widened in horror when he saw Phoebe tied up, looking terrified and helpless in his eyes. A surge of anger and courage suddenly coursed through his body. Without hesitation, he barged in, ready to rescue his daughter. "Let go of my daughter now, Mr. Chen!" Mr. Meyers demanded, his voice trembling with rage. "Here comes the father of the year," Mr. Chen mocked, a sinister smile spread