All Chapters of My Redemption with Mr. Tycoon: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Christopher, she’s just unconscious. It’s a sedation for the procedure,” Mrs. Wilson said, her voice trembling, but I barely registered her words. All I could focus on was the worry etched into my heart.“What procedure?” I demanded, rising to my feet, my protective instincts kicking in full force. “You had no right to do this without my consent!”“We had to prepare her for surgery!” Mr. Wilson replied, raising his hands defensively. “She’s a match for Brenda, and time is running out.”“Don’t you dare use that as an excuse!” I spat back, stepping closer to them. “You think this is just a transaction? You think Emily is an object to be given away? She is not just your daughter; she is a person with her own life, her own choices!”“I assure you, we didn’t want this,” Mrs. Wilson pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice. “We only want to save Brenda.”“Then save her without dragging Emily into this,” I shot back, feeling a swell of anger at their selfishness. “You don’t get to decid

Christopher’s words sent a fresh wave of emotion crashing over me, and I had to look away, afraid that he’d see just how deeply his kindness affected me with the tears starting to well up in my eyes.I took another sip of the soup, trying to focus on it and not anywhere else but I felt Christopher’s gaze on me, steady and unwavering as he pulled out the chair next to me and settled down.Taking this as a cue to leave us alone, the housekeeper packed the peas and excused herself.On the other hand, Christopher gestures for me to continue eating.“Tell me immediately you feel uncomfortable and the doctor will come and check on you. Is that clear?” Christopher said to me as his brows deep.I saw the concern that flashed across his eyes and felt a sense of relief wash through me.“I will,” I answered softly and continued eating, devouring everything in my plate as he watched me silently.“Do you want more? You didn’t get to have dinner with me as planned, you must be famished,” he

Emily's POV. After parting ways with Christopher on the last floor outside the elevator, I made my way into my office and walked straight to my desk, breathing in the familiar brisk scent of the office. The cleaners had been long gone after finishing their duties. I settled my bag, powering on my own computer, and felt the need to start my daily routine right—espresso for Christopher. It seemed like the right thing do at this moment and besides, it will allow me an opportunity to meet him so soon again. With my heart all warmed up by him, I have come to this point where I no longer wanted to hold back my feelings for him. After every single things he had done for me, it's only right that I started to reciprocate his feelings. Balancing the cup carefully in a tray, I made my way to Christopher's office. His smile softened as I placed it on his desk and took a step back. “You didn’t have to go through the trouble,” he said with a low chuckle. “I already had coffee with yo

The next morning, I made the deliberate choice to avoid breakfast with my parents. The thought of sitting across from them, forced to exchange pleasantries after everything, was unbearable. So, instead, I requested that a servant bring my meal to my room.As I nibbled at the food, the silence of my room offered a kind of comfort I hadn’t felt in a long time. The only sounds were soft footsteps outside my door and the distant voices. It was a brief moment of solitude before the day’s preparations began, a quiet pocket of peace.After breakfast, my door opened, and two spa technicians entered, all efficiency and professionalism, their hands carrying supplies for what looked like an entire beauty treatment. My mother had clearly spared no expense.“You’re here for the full-body massage, correct?” I asked, standing up from the bed. Earlier this morning before breakfast, a servant had come to inform me of my schedule for today, so I wasn’t surprised.“Yes, ma’am. This will be a full-bo

After the laughter and clinking glasses had settled into a comfortable hum, I excused myself from the table, slipping quietly down the hallway to the restroom. The evening had gone smoothly so far, and I needed a moment to gather myself, to let it all sink in.As I washed my hands, the door opened, and Tessa slipped in beside me. Her eyes sparkled as she met my gaze in the mirror, a grin spreading across her face.“Finally, Em!” she said, nudging me playfully. “I can’t believe you’re engaged—to my cousin, no less!” She clasped her hands together dramatically, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I was beginning to think you’d make us wait forever.”I couldn’t help but smile. Tessa’s happiness was genuine, infectious, and it washed away the last of my nervousness. “I know,” I murmured, returning her grin. “It still feels surreal.”She tossed her long hair over one shoulder, examining me as if seeing me in a new light. “Just wait until the wedding! I’ve been dreaming up plans ever since