บททั้งหมดของ CEO BARREN EX WIFE GAVE BIRTH TO QUADRUPLET: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Gabriella smiled at her reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” Ruth smirked when she heard this, a sense of satisfaction flooding through her. If anything went wrong, it wouldn’t be her fault; it would be Janet’s. After all, who asked her to want to protect her? Sylvia sat quietly, waiting for Stephan. He had left earlier, mentioning he had some business to attend to, leaving her in the midst of this gathering. She sighed softly, tapping her fingers rhythmically on the polished table as the ambient chatter swirled around her. The soft clinking of glasses and the muted laughter of guests created an atmosphere that should have felt festive, but instead, it only heightened her unease. Just then, a voice pierced through the noise—a girl’s voice, dripping with arrogance. Sylvia rolled her eyes, instinctively turning slightly in her seat, already anticipating the confrontation. “I heard that you are Brother Stephan’s new girlfriend. Do you have what it takes to marry in

Sylvia excused herself and headed to the washroom, needing a moment to collect her thoughts. The atmosphere at the table felt charged, heavy with unspoken words and competing emotions. As she stepped into the cool, quiet space, she splashed water on her face, trying to shake off the tension that had begun to creep into her mind. After a few deep breaths, she returned to her seat, hoping the momentary reprieve would help her face the ongoing drama. As she sat down, she caught Stephan’s gaze briefly; he looked up from his plate, meeting her eyes for just a heartbeat before shifting his focus back to his food. There was something reassuring in his indifference, but also unsettling. Next to him, Ruth bit her lip, visibly irritated as she slumped back into her chair, unwilling to hide her displeasure. What was this woman even worth? Ruth seethed internally. Sylvia came from a poor background, yet here she was, at the center of Stephan’s attention, as if her humble origins were somehow

Stephan walked into the house and took the elevator to his room, his mind still reeling from the events of the day. As he approached his door, he noticed it was ajar. Curiosity piqued, he walked closer and paused when he saw the housekeeper handing a glass of milk to Sylvia. She accepted it gratefully, drinking it in one gulp before returning the cup to the housekeeper. As the housekeeper turned to leave, her eyes met Stephan’s. “Young Master,” she greeted, a hint of guilt flickering across her features. He nodded in acknowledgment but felt a twinge of annoyance. The last thing he needed was another reminder of the chaos swirling around him. Ignoring Sylvia, he stepped into the bathroom, desperate to wash away the lingering scent of alcohol that clung to him. The hot water cascaded over his body, and he let it wash away not just the physical grime, but also the tumult of emotions battling within him. Once clean, he lay down next to Sylvia, who seemed lost in her own world. As he s

Sylvia lay down on the bed, trying to close her eyes and block out the whirlwind of emotions swirling in her mind. She felt a mixture of frustration and confusion, grappling with the weight of their earlier conversation. Just as she began to drift into thought, a sharp knock interrupted her solitude. Someone was at the door. With a sigh, Sylvia pushed herself off the bed and made her way to the door. When she opened it, she found the housekeeper standing there, her expression a mix of respect and concern. “Food is ready, young madam,” the housekeeper said, her voice soft yet firm. Sylvia hesitated, a pang of defiance rising within her. “Can’t I eat in the room?” she asked, hoping for a moment of reprieve from the looming tension. The housekeeper’s brow furrowed with worry. “I… I… n…” Sylvia’s frown deepened as she sensed the unease. She didn’t want to create a scene or burden the housekeeper with her issues. “Okay, I will come down to eat,” she said, forcing a smile despite the k

Sylvia’s heart raced as she spotted a man walking toward her in the dimly lit club. Panic surged within her. “Please help me!” she cried out, her voice barely rising above the pulsating music. Though the alcohol blurred her senses, she instinctively recognized the danger that loomed nearby. “Sylvia?” The man called her name, his tone both familiar and unsettling. As he drew closer, her heart sank. It was Nicole, the man who had once promised her the world but had shattered her dreams instead. Memories of their past rushed back, but there was no time to dwell on them now. Nicole’s expression shifted from surprise to concern as he approached them. “Don’t interfere, young man,” a menacing figure warned from behind her. “Stay out of this if you don’t want to get injured.” His tone dripped with menace, and Sylvia felt a shiver run down her spine. Nicole’s response was immediate. He kicked the man away with surprising strength, sending him sprawling onto the floor. “Let’s go!” he shoute