All Chapters of His Secret Heir, His Deepest Regret: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

JULIA I couldn’t focus when we arrived. My head spun, and my pulse pounded in my ears as I stepped out of the car. However, I was brought back to focus when I saw the view in front of me—Evan’s house. I was expecting him to take me to his apartment! Well, that was the only home he had five years ago, aside from their family house. It was massive, sprawling across what seemed like acres of land.Marble staircases spiraled along the front, leading up to ornate wooden doors that looked like they belonged in a museum, not someone’s home. Pools—yes, plural—stretched out on either side of the house, the water glowing turquoise in the moonlight, framed by towering trees and trimmed hedges.“When did you build this?” I asked, my voice soft. I wasn’t sure if it was the house or whatever David had fed me earlier that was making my chest feel tight. Evan sighed. “No asking of questions,” he replied, his hand wrapping around my wrist as he pulled me toward the entrance. The doors opened

JULIA Ringing. I could hear the ringing in my ears. My body still felt like it was on fire, but then, it became even hotter. I groaned and tossed in my sleep, wanting to escape the heat I was feeling. However, as I opened my eyes, I saw something–someone–whom I didn’t want to escape just yet. My breath got caught in the back of my throat when I saw Evan on top of me. “Wait,” I muttered, seeing how hungry his eyes looked. “Evan,” I said his name, placing my hands on his chest. He clicked his tongue and leaned in even closer. “Julia,” he whispered, his lips hovering above mine. “I told you not to call me by that name, right?” I gulped as I looked at his lips. He was so close…too close that if I moved forward for even one centimeter then our lips would meet. Tempting as it seems, I held back. He was with Heather now. However, with him on top of me like this, I just felt too weak. Come to think of it, he was also the last man I had ever been with. Yes, as surprising as it soun

JULIA I stared at the pile of money on the table, feeling my annoyance return. I didn't even take the one on the bedside table! I merely stayed because Susan had prepared breakfast, and I didn't want to be disrespectful. "Sir Evander," Susan said in a warning tone. Evan pursed his lips and ran his fingers through his hair. "I told you to escort her out when she wakes up. Why is she still here?" Susan sighed. "It's because I prepared enough breakfast. You can't let your guest leave with an empty stomach." "She's not a guest," he deadpanned. "She's merely here because she didn't want to say where she lived." Susan appeared stressed. "Still, you cannot throw money like that to a person." Evan didn't say anything and typed something on his phone. "Fine," he said. "I already called Rui. I'll have him take her home." Susan was about to respond when the door flung open, revealing an unfamiliar person. "Sir," he said, bowing at Evan. "Are you ready to head to work?" Evan nodded and

EVANDER I skimmed through the second art-related book in my hand. Mr. Miyagi just confirmed that the meeting would be during the party next month, so I needed to familiarize myself with such terms before the time came. My peaceful reading was interrupted when Rui came in, a confused look on his face. I let down my reading glasses and looked at him with one eyebrow raised. “What’s with that look?” I asked. He scratched the back of his neck. “It’s weird,” he said. “I didn’t get any vibes from her.” My frown deepened. “What vibes? And from who?” “From your friend, Julia.” I sighed and shook my head. “She’s not my friend.” “Well, whatever she is. She’s quite…different. You know how I’m afraid of women, right?” I let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, you’ve mentioned it plenty of times.” “I wasn’t afraid of her—Julia. She just seems really kind,” he said, a small smile appearing on his lips. “So what?” I asked, turning my attention back to the book. “You fell in love with her in first s

JULIA This week was shaping up to be one of the worst weeks of my life. First, I got drugged by a lunatic and was saved by my ex—who made me feel like his help was worth a million dollars. Second, I found out that Heather, my ex's current girlfriend, was born a day before my son. Not only that, but she invited me to the said party, which was going to be held at the Astor's mansion. And third, Mr. Matthews, the professor who used to adore all of my works, called my latest piece 'mediocre,' 'lacking feeling,' and 'should have never been passed.' He didn't even take my artwork and told me to pass him another one by the end of next week! I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. It was the middle of the week already, and I still hadn't made my decision regarding Heather's invitation. I also haven't been able to restart the artwork as Mr. Matthews has instructed. Even Sarah was on edge as she watched me, not knowing what to say. Just then, Andy came out of his room with a wide a