Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME : Bab 151 - Bab 160

ZeldaNo!There was no way I would leave with James Ferguson obediently. The moment his grip tightened around me, I instinctively grabbed onto the armrest of my seat and screamed."I won’t leave! Help! I don’t know him!"My voice echoed through the cabin, desperate, pleading. I turned my head, hoping—praying—that someone would intervene.But the plane was silent.Dozens of eyes were locked on us, wide with shock, yet no one moved. No one even whispered.Then I saw why.Behind James stood the captain and crew members, their expressions calm, almost indifferent. Flanking them were several men in black—his bodyguards. And then it hit me.The captain had personally opened the cabin door for him.A chill ran down my spine. Even a fool would know—this was a man no one dared to cross.Still, I refused to believe that everyone here feared power. There had to be someone willing to help. I opened my mouth to plead again—But before I could, James leaned down, his breath hot against my ear."Don

JamesThe warmth that had softened my features vanished, replaced by a coldness that mirrored the storm inside me. I lifted her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes were still moist, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen… reminders of what had just happened.But the tenderness I felt, the lingering passion, was instantly extinguished. She was already pulling away, already planning her escape.It was like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over me. The chill seeped into my bones, fueling a white-hot rage.I tightened my grip on her jaw, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl."Back to the airport?" I sneered. "I told you, you're not going anywhere without my permission."Her eyes widened a flicker of confusion and hurt crossing her face. She frowned, wincing slightly at my grip."But… you promised," she stammered. "You said…"I raised an eyebrow, a cruel smile twisting my lips. "That's what you said," I corrected her, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "When did I agree?"****

I brushed my teeth, James standing beside me, watching. I glanced at him, surprised."Aren't you going to brush your teeth?" I asked, then looked at the toiletries beside mine. And that’s when it hit me. This was the Mansion, our… my and James’s old home. When I left, I’d only packed clothes. Nothing else.And yet, here were all my things: my towel, toothbrush, mouthwash cup, comb, cosmetics… even the two hairbands I always used, hanging on the hook. It was as if I’d never left.No, that wasn’t right. Something had changed. Next to my things were his. His toiletries were placed neatly beside mine. Tall and short, big and small, all in pairs. My things were warm colours; his, cool. But many of them… they were couple’s items. The ones I’d picked out myself, full of my own secret hopes.He’d never slept in the same bed with me. When he came back, which was rare, he always slept in the guest room. His things were always in the guest bathroom. But now… after I’d left… they were here, in th

ChengChen Ting never thought a single day could be so exhausting.Assigned by James Ferguson to be the Women's Director for a day, he had spent the entire time surrounded by the relentless energy of the company's female employees. The experience had drained every ounce of his patience, leaving him on the verge of collapse.Now, he had only one mission: to make sure the CEO succeeds in pursuing his wife as soon as possible—so that his mental state remains stable.It was a matter of survival.So, Cheng didn’t hold back. He went all out, even biting the tip of his tongue to force out a few tears. The moment they fell, he saw Zelda Liamson freeze.For a brief second, her expression was unreadable—like her mind had completely shut down.Then, she sneered."Assistant Cheng," she said slowly, her voice laced with scepticism. "What is James Ferguson up to?"Her gaze sharpened, assessing him."He must have colluded with you."Cheng didn’t even have time to react before she scoffed and continu

Zelda"Little one?" James's voice was a low rumble, a flicker of something – amusement? – in his eyes.Even after I practically shoved him away, I couldn't bring myself to tell him. The divorce… leaving… it was all still so tangled in my mind. But now, the word was out. Did it mean things were changing?I nodded, taking his hand and pressing it against my lower abdomen. My own hand trembled."James," I whispered, my voice thick with unshed tears, "Little one is… the nickname I gave the baby. I'm… I'm pregnant. Over three months."The words tumbled out, a dam breaking. I’d been so emotional, so terrified. But he deserved to know. Little one’s father. And what if… what if something happened to him? The thought was a shard of ice in my heart.The regret would be unbearable – for him, for the Little one, for me.But then the fear clamped down again. His past words echoed in my ears: Abort the baby if you're pregnant. His coldness… it was a weight on my soul. I watched his face, searching