บททั้งหมดของ Reclaiming His Runaway Baby Mama: บทที่ 421 - บทที่ 430

A woman’s scream.In the silence of the night, it was piercing—jarring.Layson’s normally steady heartbeat instantly sped up. He pulled Adela tightly into his arms and flicked on the bedside lamp. The soft orange light chased away the darkness and the chill creeping through the room.Adela was clearly trapped in a nightmare. Her breathing had turned shallow and erratic. That’s when Layson started to panic.He kept gently stroking her cheek, voice low and firm, whispering again and again, “Adela, wake up. Baby, it’s okay—I’m here.”But she couldn’t hear him. She couldn’t move. She was completely locked inside the dream.Layson grabbed a towel and started wiping the sweat off her back, still calling her name, coaxing her back to him.Finally, she jolted awake, gasping for air like she’d been drowning. Only then did Layson let out the breath he’d been holding.He wrapped her in his arms and rubbed her back, whispering over and over, “You’re safe. It’s okay now.”Adela squeezed her eyes s

Layson finally lifted his eyes and looked at the older man sitting across from him—his face dark and stormy. Layson’s tone dropped several degrees colder.“Let’s say Adela had slapped Marah right in front of me. So what? She’d still be in the right. I spoil her, not for you to come here and humiliate her.”The moment he said that, Adela’s heart started racing wildly. She sneaked a glance at Richard, terrified the old man might blow a gasket right there and need CPR. Every word Layson said was like poking directly at Richard’s sore spots. His hand was visibly trembling.But hearing Layson defend her like that, Adela’s gloom vanished in an instant, her heart nearly overflowing with warmth.Still worried Layson might push it too far, she tugged on his sleeve under the table, gently signaling him to cool it.He noticed. His gaze softened as he guided her hand, still holding her cup, up to her lips. “Drink a little more,” he murmured. “You sweated a lot last night.”Richard gave a sharp la

“She’s Layson’s mistress, isn’t she?”Adela almost choked on her cherry. Excuse me? Mistress? The hell?For one wild second, she wanted to shout back, Go screw yourself, I look like the poster child for moral decency—what kind of busted vision do you have?What kind of twisted worldview was this girl living in?Like, hello? If you’re unsure who someone is, wouldn’t a normal person ask, Are you his girlfriend? Not Are you the side chick?Adela calmly looked at the wide-eyed, baby-voiced girl with a fake sweet smile. She swallowed the fruit in her mouth before speaking.“Have you ever met Layson’s girlfriend?”The girl blinked. “No… I didn’t know he had one.”“Right,” Adela said flatly. “So if you didn’t even know he had a girlfriend, why would your first question be whether I’m his mistress? What’s going on in your brain, seriously?”The girl’s eyes turned red. Her voice got louder. “If you were his girlfriend, he would’ve introduced you already. But you’re just hiding in here like you

Eileen pouted, pulling out her phone and speaking in a sugary-sweet voice, “Layson, I haven’t seen you in so long. I missed you. Can we take a picture together for Instagram?”She didn’t even wait for Layson to answer—camera app already open, leaning in like she was ready for a selfie—completely ignoring Adela, who was sitting right there.Layson gave the girl a chilly look and spoke with that usual cool calm of his. “I’m afraid not. My girlfriend gets jealous pretty easily. If we take a picture, I’ll probably spend the next few days trying to win her back.”Then he turned his head to look at Adela, a slight smile at the corners of his lips. “Right, sweetheart?”Adela cleared her throat. She was about to say, get lost, but honestly, she didn’t want Layson taking a photo with another woman either. She chewed on the fruit Layson had just handed her and mumbled, “You haven’t even taken a picture with me yet.”The paparazzi shots don’t count!Why the hell should Eileen get to act all care

Adela instinctively looked up. Anytime someone said “Layson,” her radar went off. She could’ve sworn just now—that voice had sounded a lot like Marah.Marah’s voice wasn’t exactly unique. It was soft and gentle, a tone you’d hear plenty of in public. But Adela had developed a sixth sense when it came to her. She was on guard the second Marah got within range, even more so with her voice.At the end of the hallway, she spotted them—Marah in front, Eileen behind, the two walking toward their group.Adela noticed Marah glancing back at Eileen, a flicker of something calculating in her eyes. Just from that glance, Adela could tell—Marah hadn’t known about this dinner in advance.Which made it even more curious. Why was she here at the same private dining place? Please—what were the odds? Only an idiot would call this a coincidence.Adela tightened her grip around Layson’s arm and expressionlessly watched the two walk toward them. Internally? She felt nothing. She’d expected to deal with E