All Chapters of Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: Chapter 111 - Chapter 116

One week later…“Sweetheart, try to eat a little more,” Emma urged softly.Claire lazily pushed the food around her plate, barely nibbling on her toast. “But I’m already satisfied.”Emma brushed a strand of hair from her face, her voice gentle. “I know, honey. Just a few more bites for me, okay?”Claire sighed but nodded, slowly picking up her fork and chewing a few more peas.Just then, a knock came at the front door.Claire’s eyes brightened instantly. “Is it Uncle Chris?” she squealed.Emma raised an eyebrow, surprised at how fast her daughter’s mood changed. Sure enough, Christian stood there, dressed casually but holding a small paper bag, a soft smile spreading across his face.“Hey,” he said as soon as the door opened. “How’s my favorite girl doing?”Claire waved from the dining table. “Uncle Chris!” she chirped.Christian walked in and placed the paper bag on the table. “I brought some fruit candies for you, Captain.” He looked over at Claire's plate, noticing she hadn't fin

David stood at the entrance of the restaurant, his eyes quietly following Emma as she walked in, her hand tucked gently into Christian’s.The sight left a sharp, bitter taste in his mouth, one he hadn’t been prepared for. When Allison had told him about the family dinner — about how Mathew wanted to gather everyone, and that Emma would be there — his first thought wasn’t this. His first thought was simple: worry.He’d felt that worry crawl under his skin the moment Allison mentioned Emma. He knew Allison too well and knew she might cause trouble for Emma. That, more than anything, had been why he accepted the invitation.When he’d seen her standing alone at the door, for a brief second, he had noticed her fingers tremble. He didn’t need anyone to tell him why. He knew exactly what was going through her mind at that moment, because the same memory had crossed his.This place… this restaurant.Back then, he had tried to make her smile. He had even cooked for her, hoping to fix things be

Emma let out a long, tired sigh. She placed her fork down on her plate, her appetite already gone even before the main course arrived. The shrimp cocktail she had been picking at just moments ago now sat untouched. No matter how fresh and well-prepared it looked, the sight of it no longer appealed to her. Her stomach twisted with frustration instead of hunger.Would these two ever stop? David and Christian were just throwing jabs at each other like schoolboys fighting over the last piece of candy. She had come here hoping, even though she knew it was almost impossible, for a quiet dinner, maybe even a little peace since Allison and Isabel hadn't said or played out any of their dramas yet.But instead, it felt like sitting in the middle of a war zone, with indirect insults flying across the table like wild bullets. The air at the table had grown thick and uncomfortable. Even Mathew, old as he was, wasn’t blind to the tension. He cleared his throat, loud enough for everyone to hear.