Semua Bab Stolen by the Man I Shouldn’t Love: Bab 11 - Bab 20

After changing into her navy blue satin pajamas, Dianna stared back at her reflection in the mirror. The bathroom was more luxurious than her entire apartment in Paris, and it was overwhelming.Knowing she would be sharing a room with Clinton that night was messing with her sanity. After the kiss they had shared, neither of them had said a word to each other. They were avoiding each other's gaze—more like she was avoiding his, but he wasn’t any different.Letting out a deep breath, she stepped out of the bathroom. Clinton was sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone. When he realized she was in the room, he lifted his head and spared her a glance.She ignored him and went to the dressing table. As she combed her hair to remove the tangles from her shower, she debated whether to join him on the bed or not.A wave of relief washed over her when he stood up and walked out of the room. Taking that chance, she hopped onto the bed, covered herself with the duvet, and placed her phone

As Clinton drove, Dianna couldn't help but glance at his profile. The hard lines of his face had softened slightly, and his usual tension seemed to fade away. She turned to him, catching a slight smile—subtle but real."Where are we going?" she asked, unable to contain her curiosity."You will see," Clinton replied, his eyes still on the road, the hint of a smile lingering. He didn’t say anything else, leaving her in suspense.They left the busy city streets behind and drove into the open countryside. Trees and fields surrounded them, and a soft breeze filtered in through the windows.Eventually, Clinton pulled off the main road and onto a narrow path leading to a hilltop. He parked the car and looked over at her, something unreadable in his eyes. "Come on," he said, opening his door and stepping out.Confusion crossed Dianna’s face. Was he trying to lure her to the hilltop to kill her? Or push her off the edge? If he killed her, no one would know what happened. A cold shiver ran down

When Dianna and Clinton entered the house, he immediately started instructing his guards while she went to put Phillip on the bed so he could sleep comfortably. By the time she returned to the living room, Clinton had already dismissed the guards.As soon as she stepped inside, his dark, stormy eyes landed on her.“Did you even think for a second?” he started, his voice unnervingly calm. But beneath it, she could feel the unmistakable undercurrent of anger. “How could you leave the house without the driver?”“I didn't think there was a need to go with him. I knew my way,” she answered cautiously, not wanting to provoke him further.“Exactly. You didn't think. Do you have any idea what could have happened to you if I hadn’t arrived in time? Should I tell you what was going to go wrong?” His voice rose as he spoke, frustration clear in every word.“I am sorry. I didn't know all this was going to happen. I just wanted to get groceries. I didn’t think people would recognize me so quickly,

The next morning, Dianna woke up with a heavy ache in her chest and a pounding headache. Dragging herself out of bed, she went straight to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection.Her eyes were swollen from crying, and her skin looked pale against the morning light filtering through the curtains.She immediately brushed her teeth and took a bath. Throwing on sweatpants and a tank top, she tied her hair into a loose bun and headed to the kitchen. If nothing else, she could at least prepare breakfast and distract herself from everything going on.“Mama!” Phillip’s voice caught her attention as she lazily walked into the kitchen. She halted and turned, seeing him running toward her.“Phillip!” she exclaimed, her heart swelling as she rushed toward him.He giggled, his little arms reaching for her. She scooped him up, holding him tightly as tears streamed down her face. She couldn't control them.“Oh, I missed you so much, baby,” she whispered, kissing his

Clinton’s gaze remained fixed on Dianna as he processed her words.“I tried calling you yesterday, but I couldn't get through,” she said, her tone steady. “I hope you don’t have a problem with Collins staying here.”“You should have informed me before letting a stranger into the house,” he replied, his voice firm.Her brows furrowed at his response. “Collins isn’t a stranger, Clinton. And this house belongs to both of us. I have every right to invite whoever I want,” she said in one breath, her voice carrying an edge.He raised an eyebrow, studying her. She lowered her gaze. “I need to finish up in the kitchen,” she muttered, effectively dismissing him before he could respond.Something about her demeanor felt off—tense, distant. She wasn’t meeting his eyes or trying to initiate a conversation like she usually did.At least she was keeping her distance. He should have felt relieved, but instead, there was an odd sensation gnawing at him. Shaking off the thought, he headed to his room