All Chapters of The Disabled Billionaire Is Obsessed With Me : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Rosa The morning air was crisp against my skin as I stepped out of the building, the sun just beginning to warm the city. I exhaled slowly, reaching up to tuck a few stray strands of hair back into place. Did I think Xander had fallen for my little act? No. Not at all. But did I get what I wanted? Yes. I got what I wanted and got out of that place alive, and that was enough for now. Grinning, I clapped my hands together once and gave myself a small high-five. “Rosa, you deserve it,” I muttered under my breath. A chuckle came from beside me. “Are you that happy with yourself, princess?” I turned to see Asher, his hands in his pockets, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. “Of course, I am,” I said with a smirk. “I have to appreciate myself when I do something good. If I don’t, who else will?” He shook his head with a faint smile. “If no one else appreciates you, I will.” I laughed softly. No matter how many years passed, Asher was still the same, despite how dangero

RosaI stood in the boxing ring. After a long, exhausting day, this was exactly what I needed, something to hit. And who better to take the punches than Asher?I rolled my shoulders, adjusting the tight straps of my sports bra. Across from me, Asher stood tall and shirtless, his skin gleaming under the dim lights.Damn.It had been years since I’d last seen him like this, but his body hadn’t changed, if anything, it had only gotten better. Chiseled abs, strong arms, and the best part? A sharp V-line disappearing beneath his sweatpants. And the tattoos decorating his skin only made him look more dangerous. Asher was a mafia don’s son, after all. He had to be in peak condition, so his body was sculpted like some forbidden masterpiece, carved by a woman who had been thinking all sorts of impure thoughts.His dark eyes studied me, amusement flickering in them as he tightened the wraps around his hands.“What’s that look for?” he asked, smirking.I huffed, crossing my arms. “Let’s make a b

RosaRoman opened the car door before I even reached for the handle.I sighed, stepping out as he shut it behind me. “I thought I told you not to do that again, Roman,” I said, arching a brow. “I have hands for a reason.”He smiled brightly, unbothered. “Your hands are very special, Miss Rosa. You should be careful with them.”I chuckled. What a flirt. Roman had been my secretary for eight years now. Surprisingly, Asher had recommended him. I hadn’t minded. I’d been looking for a secretary anyway, and he was too pretty for me to say no. Even though he made mistakes here and there, I knew he meant well. And it felt good to be around him. I stopped in front of the hospital, my gaze settling on the building. It looked exactly the same. It hadn't changed much. The same place where I had been mocked by others. Used like a dog. Worked to exhaustion without so much as a break.“Miss Rosa?” Roman’s voice was softer now, as if he sensed something. “Are you okay? Is anything wrong?”“Wrong?”

RosaNick was the first man to ever break my heart. Our past was anything but rosy. I gave him everything, and he gave me nothing in return. I guess that was the price of falling harder in a relationship. The only good thing, whether I like it or not, our time together taught me a few valuable lessons.Never build your entire world around a man.Nick stood there, looking at me with an unreadable expression. Was it because I hadn’t seen him in years, or was it because he was older now? There was something different about him, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Nick gave me a small nod in greeting.Well. Whatever it was, it wasn’t my concern. I had better things to do.I nodded back before turning away. “Let’s go.”The nurse quickly led the way.We took the elevator to the premium wards. Stopping in front of a room, I turned to the nurse. “Thank you for your help, dear. I’ll go in alone. Please wait here.”She smiled. “Alright, Dr Rosa.”I turned to Roman. He gave me a small nod

RosaI stared at the CT scan displayed on the computer screen, my fingers lightly tapping against the desk. The results were almost identical to the previous ones, there were no significant improvement. His case was complicated.I glanced toward the see-through observation window. Inside the CT room, Mr. Winters was laying still, the machine scanning his unresponsive body. Beside me, the young doctor shifted nervously. “As we can see from the results, the trauma to his skull caused a severe hemorrhage, leading to the formation of multiple blood clots. The pressure on his brainstem is significant, which likely contributed to his coma.” He adjusted his glasses. “Given his age and the extent of the damage, his chances of regaining consciousness naturally are extremely low. The human brain is unpredictable, and coma recovery is rarely something we can force. It depends entirely on the patient’s response.”I continued analyzing the results. Blood clots. That was the key. Removing them cou