All Chapters of Chased By Billionaire After One Night: Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

The morning light had barely filtered through the curtains when Phoebe was stirred awake by a wave of warm, wet kisses.Still groggy, she became vaguely aware of a strange sensation. As her senses sharpened, a jolt of panic shot through her—her clothes were gone, completely stripped off at some point during the night. Worse still, her hand was wrapped firmly around a very specific part of Alexander. Her mind went blank, and she froze in place, unsure what to do."Morning," Alexander's voice was low and husky, tinged with the lazy rasp of someone freshly awake.Phoebe stared at him, stunned. Morning? she thought. Seriously? Nothing about this is good!Was this man overdosing on testosterone or what? Did he ever think about anything else?Just as she was plotting how to kick him off her, Alexander grabbed her chin, his burning gaze locking onto hers. His tone was commanding, almost domineering."Help me."Phoebe instinctively

Nightfall.Phoebe had been waiting at the office for a long time. Her eyes would flick toward the entrance every few minutes, but Alexander never showed. He hadn't been to the office all day.And his phone? Still unanswered.Staring blankly at her phone screen, Phoebe's heart filled with unease.What happened to him? Why won't he even answer his phone?A creeping sense of anxiety spread through her chest like ink in water.When she finally returned home, Phoebe still held on to hope—maybe Alexander would already be there, waiting.But the house was silent. Empty.Still no sign of him.After a quick shower, she slipped into her pajamas and lay down in bed, but she couldn't settle. She picked up her phone again and dialed his number.Still off.No response.Panic began to bloom. Her mind spiraled with worst-case scenarios. She kept the screen in sight at all times, afraid she might miss a single notification.She even turned her phone's volume to max, hoping, praying it would ring.But

Phoebe stared at the dim screen of her phone, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the cold surface. The unfamiliar female voice on the other end still echoed in her ears, like a thorn lodged in her heart. All these years—even after losing his memory—Alexander had never had another woman by his side. Was it just like at that banquet again, where he'd hired someone to act just to provoke her?The thought made her lips curve involuntarily. Such childish tricks only exposed one thing: he still cared.Her fingers flew across the screen, tapping furiously. Thirty minutes later, she finally finished a long text message that laid bare the entire truth. She read through it again and again, checking every word and sentence, determined that this time, there would be no more misunderstandings. Just as she hit "send," she heard a soft creak at the door.Phoebe looked up to see a small head poking through the gap—Jeremy's. His large dark eyes sparkled in the darkness."Sweetheart?" She immediately

In the restroom, Phoebe stared blankly at her phone. His call still hadn't come. Her heart sank with disappointment.She tried to calm herself, but her mind kept spinning with anxious thoughts. So lost in her worries, she forgot about the two kids waiting outside.It wasn't until a woman bumped into her that Phoebe snapped back to reality.Oh no, the kids!She rushed out of the restroom—only to find their seats empty.Her heart dropped. Cold sweat soaked her back. She frantically stopped a passerby."Excuse me, did you see two kids? A boy and a girl, about this tall—"No. No. No.Just as she was on the verge of panic, her phone suddenly rang.With trembling hands, Phoebe pulled it out and answered without even checking the caller ID."Hi, Mom."The moment she heard Jeremy's voice, Phoebe burst into tears. Her voice choked with emotion. "Where are you?""Mom, Amy and I are fine. Don't worry," Jeremy said gently."Tell me where you are." Phoebe sniffled, trying to keep her voice steady.

Alexander had spent the past two days at the villa with the children. He had never thought of himself as a particularly patient man, yet to his own surprise, he found himself unusually calm and gentle with them.He had been worried he might be too clumsy to take proper care of the kids, but everything had gone smoothly.The children were growing more and more attached to him, relying on him in a way that filled his heart with warmth. The feeling of being trusted and needed stirred something deep inside him.For a moment, he could almost believe he really was their father. That strange, comforting thought took him by surprise.That evening, just as Alexander was getting ready to take the children out for dinner, the doorbell rang. The children noticed it before he did."Daddy, someone's outside," Jeremy said. In the past two days, he had grown used to calling Alexander "Daddy"—so much so that he couldn't go back to calling him "Uncle.""Daddy, I heard it too!" Amy chimed in.Alexander