All Chapters of The Billionaire's Fake Romance : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

With its motor purring quietly like a happy cat, the shiny, opulent St Mary's school bus arrives at the curb. With his backpack swinging wildly behind him, Liam runs down the steps as the doors swing open. He hardly waits for Louisa to wave before breaking into a ranting monologue, his face beaming with a contagious smile. "Mommy! You'll be shocked! Liam jumps into her car's rear seat and exclaims. "The school is fantastic! They have these cool smart boards, and the classrooms are huge! Also, the chairs are comfortable rather than the stiff, squeaky ones from my former school.” As she moves away from the bus stop, Louisa grins. "That sounds fantastic darling. I'm happy you had a pleasant day.” "It was great! The instructors are kind! My homeroom teacher, Ms. Carter, even took me on a tour of the library, which is huge! What about the kids? They're very friendly. I was shown the location of the cafeteria by a boy named Ethan, and guess what?Every day, they provide three differ

Louisa puts her phone down, Fred's words still reverberating in her head, and the subtle scent of coffee wafting through her open window. “Can you come up, Louisa? It's important.” He had said in a hurried tone.She is both perplexed and alarmed that he didn't say anything else but simply disconnected the call.Is Fred all right? Did something happen? With her mind racing, Louisa wraps her cardigan around herself and makes her way to the elevator. Fred had always been nice, maybe too nice, but this sudden invitation seems strange. She taps her foot nervously as the elevator rises to the top floor. She enters Fred's apartment, peeking in stealthily.The morning sun pours in through Fred's little balcony doors, which are thrown wide open. Fresh flowers, vibrant dishes, and an exquisite spread consisting of pancakes, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fresh fruit, and a pitcher of orange juice decorate the dining table, which is typically simple and functional. When Fred spots her, his

John's living room is filled with a cozy glow from the hearth's crackling fire, which softly flickers across Evelyn's face. She is holding a mug of hot chocolate while cuddled up on the couch, her hair falling over one shoulder. She feels seen and loved by John, who sits next to her and watches her with a calm intensity. "When you're happy, are you always this quiet?" John breaks the silence with a low, playful question. With a teasing smile tugging at her lips, Evelyn looks at him over the rim of her mug. "And when you're curious, are you always this nosy?" John puts his drink down on the coffee table and laughs. "Only when I want to know more about you." Her fingers fumble with the edge of her sweatshirt as she flushes. “Perhaps I'm simply not accustomed to this. Being with someone who truly listens, you know.” With his elbow resting on the back of the couch and his eyes unwavering, he leans closer. "Eve, you deserve to be heard. And a lot more.” His comments cause her heart

Louisa's laptop is lighting dimly against the polished wood table as she sits in her regular spot in the busy coffee shop. The sound of distant chatter and the scent of freshly brewed coffee provide a calming background, but her attention is fixed only on her computer. As she carefully read through an essay about Aurora, the new project assigned to her team, lines of text scroll upward. Her fingers move over the keyboard, collecting information, comparing sources, and making notes in a different document. She can't stop herself, even though she realizes that devoting so much of her energy to this project while her career is in danger is endangering everything. She has to discover the truth if there is any. She is startled out of her reverie as her phone buzzes on the table. Her heart skips a beat as she looks at the screen. It is a call from the board of directors at Palmer Tech. Louisa inhales deeply before swiping to answer. Despite the stress in her veins, she says, "Hell

The question catches Kingsley by surprise and his breath hitches. Innocent but weighty, the question lingers. From the driver's seat, he looks at Hardy, who looks amused, with a slight smirk on his face but with a chilly glare from Kingsley, his smirk instantly disappears, leaving him expressionless.“Liam...” Kingsley opens his mouth, then stops. How can he communicate such a complicated matter to a child? Liam keeps staring at him with wide, expectant eyes. "I want to be with you and Mommy. It would be better, wouldn't it?" he says in a tiny but determined voice. With a deep sigh, Kingsley's thoughts race. Gently, he says, "It's complicated, Liam. But I promise, I'll do something about it." "Yeah?" Hope lit up Liam's face. He is reassured by Kingsley, who puts a hand on his shoulder. "I care about you, Liam. Don't forget that.”Kingsley can see the doubt still lingering in Liam's eyes as he grins. “All right, Dad. You must fulfill your promise. Pinky promise?” For a brief