Lahat ng Kabanata ng SECOND CHANCE WHIT MR. AMNESIA CEO: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

 Adele speaks, entering through the kitchen door, dressed in riding clothes. She struts in, as if she owns the place. Her blonde hair is flowing freely, subtly made up, but noticeable. I can't deny that she is truly beautiful and that's why she captured my Christian's heart. Nor can I deny the flutter in my stomach when I see her, afraid that she might steal him away from me. But I won't give her the satisfaction of seeing me jealous; if Chris wanted her, he wouldn't be with me. She's the reason he agreed to marry. That gives me the assurance and confidence to know she's no competition for me."Good morning, Adele," I greet her dryly, staring at her without a hint of nervousness, continuing to eat my toast as if she doesn't exist. She moves with a riding crop in hand, clashing against her tall riding boots, seemingly trying to intimidate me. Seeing that it doesn't have the desired effect, she says something irritated, though trying to hold it back."We were waiting fo

 "¡No, son, don't think like that! Calm down, if she sees you like this, she will get very upset!"My grandfather looks at me pleadingly. I understand what he wants. I approach, hug him and kiss him. He hugs me back and whispers,"Sorry Bella, sorry for everything!""I love you dad! I love you so much!" I hug him tightly.Finally, he calms down. We sat side by side. My father doesn't let go of my hand and kisses it every now and then. I let him do it because I know it's what he needs right now to calm down. Finally, my grandmother comes out smiling, my father is the first to hug and kiss her, and we all leave with her like that. We head to the house.Upon arrival, everyone was waiting for us. They are happy to know that he is better. But the joy dims when we hear Christian's mother."Son, we have decided to stay here in your house to spend more time with you all. We see the state of health of grandma and I think being with the whole f

I stay pensive, although my family has talked about my dad's girlfriend, I don't remember them mentioning her name, so I answer honestly."I don't know, it's the first time I've heard of her. Apparently, she was very important in dad's life, maybe his first girlfriend.""And my father wanted to take her away if he didn't and had her hidden somewhere.""Do you think your father is capable of doing that?""Yes, and worse things too.""I'm scared, Chris. What's going to happen to us? What's going to happen to my children?""Our children, Bella, and nothing is going to happen. They are mine, I will enrol them.""No! Not for now, let's make sure first that this between us is going to work and then we'll talk about that. Okay?""But Bella...""Don't insist, Chris, they are my children, I must take all possible precautions to protect them. I'm sorry, but I won't budge on that.""I understand." An awkward silence takes over the tw

 "I don't understand, didn't you give birth to your children?" he asks. "Although now that I remember, you were really tight last night, I thought it was because you were scared and tensed up.""No dear, I didn't give birth! See this little scar here? It's from the caesarean section. The doctor performed a caesarean section on me because I couldn't give birth naturally," I explain, seeing his surprised expression."You had a caesarean section?""Yes, apparently, my hips were too narrow. The doctor decided to do a caesarean section. The children were too big; she said they wouldn't come out on their own. I agreed because the idea scared me, hehe, I've always been a bit cowardly when it comes to pain. You don't remember, Chris, but I used to cry a lot as a child; you were always there comforting me. I cried over everything.""Really? You don't know how much I wish I could remember the love they say I had for you back then," he says with a hint of sadne

  Another thing that fills me with concern is my secret friend. After the last time we spoke, he stopped writing to me. He has completely disappeared. Who could it be? Could it really be a stalker? And if it is? Why did he stop writing? All of this is very strange; I haven't discussed it with Chris or my grandfather. I think I will talk to dad when I see him. Maybe he can investigate without causing a fuss, unlike my grandfather and Christian, who are obsessed with my security; I don't know how many men they have put to watch over me.Yesterday, we returned to work as usual. I missed it; being cooped up in the house all the time is not for me, even though we are already learning to ride horses. We do it quite well, says Chris. We explore the estate whenever we can. It is very beautiful and, as Chris says, it has fantastic places. In the company, everyone greets me with great respect and c