All Chapters of His Regret: Loved by My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

NoahAlejandro paused, as if caught off guard. But instead of stepping back, he leaned in closer, his body pressing against mine. “Your hair… it’s so soft,” he murmured, his voice unnervingly intimate.I tried to inch away. But he moved with me, closing the gap. “Oh, Miss Noah, you have no idea how beautiful you are, do you? It’s such a shame…” His lips brushed against my neck as he spoke.Panic surged through me, and I jerked away. My heart was hammering in my chest. “This is completely inappropriate. I’m married, Alejandro,” I hissed, my glare sharp enough to cut.For a brief moment, something dark flickered in his eyes—something that made my skin crawl. But then, just as quickly, he masked it with a smooth smile. He stepped back as if nothing had happened. “I’m sorry, Miss Noah. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”But I knew better. His apology was hollow, a thin veil of civility hiding his true intentions. My mind raced as I turned back to the chopping board, pretending to fo

NoahThe drive into town was quiet. The silence between Alejandro and me was thick with tension. The sleek black car glided smoothly along the coastal road, the ocean glittering to our right. Despite the beauty of the scenery, my mind was racing. Replaying every unsettling moment with Alejandro. My hands rested stiffly in my lap, my knuckles white as I gripped my bag. I felt trapped. Alejandro’s fingers drummed lightly on the steering wheel, his eyes focused on the road. He hadn’t said much since I got in the car. But I could feel his gaze flicker toward me every now and then. The silence wasn’t comforting—it was suffocating.We finally arrived in the heart of the town, a bustling area filled with tourists and locals alike. The streets were narrow, lined with colorful shops, cafés, and market stalls. The aroma of fresh bread, spices and coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of distant laughter and chatter.Alejandro parked the car in a shaded spot near the town squar

RaymondThe day had begun like any other. When Noah said she wanted to go out by herself, I didn't think much of it. She often needed some time alone, and I respected that. But as the morning unfolded, a growing unease began to gnaw at me. It was subtle at first—a shadow of doubt that lingered in the back of my mind. But by noon, it had settled in my chest, heavy and persistent.Clara seemed to sense my discomfort and was quick to suggest some activities to distract me. “Raymond, why don’t we play a little tennis? You’ve been working so hard lately. You deserve some fun.”I glanced at her, noting the eager smile on her face. “I don’t know, Clara. I have a lot on my mind.”“Oh, come on! Just one game,” she pleaded, her voice sweet and insistent. “It’ll be good for you. Besides, you’re always so focused on work. You need to relax a bit.”Reluctantly, I agreed. The idea of hitting a few balls sounded like a good way to clear my head. We headed to the tennis court on the premises of my vi

RaymondI hoped to get some useful information from him, even though his son might conceal it perfectly. I couldn't miss any opportunity to find my wife.“Sorry about that, my friend,” Roberto’s voice blasted through the speaker, cheerful and oblivious. “You know how it is with the kids.”“Of course, Roberto,” I replied, my mind racing. “I believe I might have met your son at the beach the other day. Alejandro, was it?”“Ah yes, that’s possible. He’s a lifeguard, always out there. I wanted him to take over my company, but he’s not ready. Prefers to spend his time on the beach, meeting exotic girls.” His tone was light, almost proud.“I see…” I murmured, trying to piece together the information.Roberto continued, oblivious to my inner turmoil. “I asked around with my staff, but there’s no sign of your Noah. Sorry, my friend.”“No problem, Roberto. I’ll find her.” My voice was strained, barely containing the worry bubbling beneath the surface. “Just one more thing… Your son seems to b

Noah“Raymond? Clara?” My voice cracked with shock and anger as I stood in the doorway. The sight of them curled up together on the couch was too much to handle. My emotions surged, and I could barely keep myself steady.“Noah… It’s not what it looks like,” Raymond said, his voice tinged with panic as he quickly pushed Clara away and leaped to his feet. His eyes were wide, desperate.I turned on my heel, heading for the door. Raymond followed me, his footsteps echoing in the empty villa. Outside, the cool morning air did little to calm the storm inside me. I was hyperventilating, my breaths coming in ragged gasps.“You lied to me, Raymond!” I shouted, my voice breaking. “The kiss, Clara’s advances—everything was real. You made me believe you, and give you another chance… But you’ve been seeing Clara all along, haven’t you?!”“Noah, no, it’s not like that,” Raymond pleaded, reaching out to me.“Please, don’t try that again,” I snapped, turning to face him with a bitter glare. “I won’t f