All Chapters of Loving the Cold-Hearted Alpha Lionel : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

LIONELTime was passing by faster these days, and unlike when we just got married, the pressure of having Grandpa breathe down my neck every now and then over my marriage was lessening. As for Ryker, his relationship with Gwen was growing. It wasn’t like I was in support of it, but it was fine. I never really liked Gwen, but I didn’t hate her either. She was just one talkative, the kind of friend Regina would definitely keep.Speaking of Regina, I was beginning to forget everything that had happened in the Maldives, or at least, I was getting myself to. I didn’t want to think about her; I couldn’t tell why. And whenever my mind tried to sway in her direction, Lucius was always there to bring it back. Plus, now that the movie was cancelled, there was a lot of work ongoing in Sun Entertainment and other companies of mine to recover all losses. Regina wasn’t showing up at the company. She knew I was always spending my time around the company and if

REGINAThe morning sunlight streamed through my window. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart racing in a rhythm I hadn’t felt in ages. The memory of Lionel’s kiss was still fresh, lingering on my lips like the faintest whisper of a secret.I let out a small laugh, covering my face with my hands. What was I doing? Last night was... electric. There was no other way to describe it. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt alive—alive and rebellious.It was a dangerous game, no doubt. Lionel was like fire, and I was foolish enough to reach for him, knowing full well I might get burned. But despite the risks, I couldn’t stop myself from replaying every second of that moment in my head. His intensity, his hesitation, the way his hand had cradled the back of my neck like I was something precious…I sighed and rolled out of bed, the excitement bubbling up again. I had to tell someone, and I knew exactly who.Everyt

REGINAI stormed out of the dining room, my heart pounding in my chest. The audacity of him! How could Lionel even try to act like nothing had happened? After last night—after everything—I thought we were finally moving past the walls he kept so tightly around himself.And then I came home to her.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I walked briskly down the path toward Gwen’s house. The fire kept rising within my veins. Penelope. The name alone sent a sour taste into my mouth.When I arrived at Gwen’s, I barely knocked before the door swung open. Gwen stood there, her eyes wide with curiosity.“Wow,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. “You look like you’re about to tear someone’s throat out. What happened?”I pushed past her, collapsing onto her couch with a groan. “It’s Lionel.”She followed me, flopping down beside me and pulling her knees up to her chest. “What exactly is wrong, Regina? Talk

LIONEL“Fix it?” I said, my voice hard. “Penelope, you can’t just walk back into my life and expect everything to be the way it was. You broke me. And I’m not the man I used to be.”She stepped closer, her hand brushing against my arm. “But you can be. We can start over, Lionel. We can be happy again.”I stepped back, shaking my head. “No. We can’t.”Her face crumpled, and she let out a shaky breath. “So that’s it, then? After everything we’ve been through, you’re just going to throw me away?”“I’m not throwing you away,” I said quietly. “You threw us away the day you chose him over me. And as much as I hate what happened to you, it doesn’t change the past.”Her eyes filled with tears, but I forced myself to stay firm. “You don’t belong here, Penelope,” I said. “You have to go.”Her shoulders slumped, and for the first time since she arrived, she looked defeated. “Fine,” she whispered. “If that’s what you want.”

LIONELThe ride back home felt like forever. All I kept hoping was that Regina had not shown up at any time at the cafe. In fact, I hoped she had not even gotten my text. Perhaps I should send a text telling her we should make the appointment some other time.But what if she had been there?I would only look more stupid. Well, there was one way to find out and that meant getting home first.I slammed the car door shut as I arrived and stalked toward the house. The moment I entered, the weight in the air was dense. I could feel it—something had happened, and it wasn’t good.Grandpa was standing in the living room, his arms crossed and his face dark with concern. The moment he saw me, his brow furrowed even deeper.“You’re back from your trip.” I mentioned as I spotted him.“Lionel,” he called, his voice sharp and commanding.I stopped in my tracks, already bracing for the storm. “What?”His eyes narrowed