BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

LEO'S POV 6:00 p.m. Still no sign of Charlotte. It's been 2 days! The silence in my room was suffocating. I sat cross-legged on the floor, my back pressed against the edge of the bed, guitar resting heavily on my thigh. My fingers moved over the strings tiredly. I’d been trying to write something all day to calm my nerves but failed woefully. I couldn't concentrate on my work either. I sighed and tried out the words that were in my head. 🎶 *You were never mine to lose.* *But I lost you all the same.* *Now I wear this aching truth* *Like a scar that says your name.* *I never had you, but it hurts like hell* *Like loving someone locked behind a shell.* *You were close enough to want,* *But too far to ever touch…* *And it kills me more than I can tell…* *That I never had you…* 🎶 My voice cracked on the last line. “You need rest,” KC’s voice cut in. “That was horrible. You’ve never sounded so horrible before. It hurts my ears—and I’m no

Before I could react, her chair screeched backward, nearly toppling over. She wiped her tears angrily and bolted toward the exit with shaky legs. My heart jumped straight into my throat. "Charlotte—wait!" I grabbed her bag and ran after her. A lot of thoughts were running through my mind and I didn't understand anything. Why did she call me a liar and a manipulator? Was I the reason she's depressed? Outside the restaurant, the night slapped me in the face with cold air as I stumbled out after her. I spotted her rushing down the sidewalk, her shoulders trembling, her pace frantic and uneven in her heels. She wasn't thinking—just walking very fast. I ran toward her and opened my mouth to call her again— And that's when I saw the horrific scene. The traffic signal flicked back to green. A silver car sped toward her and she stepped right into the road. Her vision must have been blurry from tears, or maybe she wasn't even looking, because she didn't see the intersection ahead.

Charlotte’s POV It's been a long, silent drive. I lay curled into myself in the backseat, my knees pulled up against my chest. My whole.body was shaking uncontrollably. Can't tell if I am cold from the night air or from the anxiety and stress. Even as I tried not to think about it, Leo's words still echoed in my mind, relentless, like a broken record I couldn't shut off. "I admire you. You're beautiful and stronger than you realize." Oh please... A fresh wave of tears spilled over. "But trust me—we're not so different. I'm scared of trusting people too." Not so different? Coming from someone who is obviously very attractive and has been loved by people around him all his life. Was that supposed to make me feel better? To make me believe him? "For the first time, I wanted to be around someone. I never knew what loneliness was until you left yesterday. I never worried about being alone—it was normal for me. But you... you ruined me in the best way. Coming into my lif

I didn't want to admit it, but it felt good—the warm hug, those soft words felt so nice to hear. And the way his cologne swept through my nostrils, it reminded me of the first time we met. He literally saved my life back then, and I couldn't say thank you. I was so rude to him back then because of my own fears. I envy girls who had it all their life. Their daddy calling them princess, their mother kissing their wounds and attending to them with affection. I envy those who can trust someone without being afraid or being humiliated. I envy those who can tell the real ones from the fake ones. Back then I wished I could stay in his arms and trust him fully, then the usual fear kicked in. "You'll get hurt. You always get hurt." I squeezed my eyes shut, as if I could block out the voice in my head. But it was relentless. You'll get hurt. You'll get hurt. You'll get hurt. I know that... I am that unlucky. A flashback of my happiness when I met Jessica came

The teddy’s arms were soaked with my tears. My sobs had quieted into tiny hiccups, but my chest still trembled with the weight of it all. I stayed like that for a while, curled into the plush teddy bear. I stared at the card again, then got up and took it. I reread every line as my fingers traced his handwriting, and I could almost hear his voice in my head saying them out loud to me. I sniffled and wiped my face with the sleeve of my shirt. I have to talk to him. Before I leave tomorrow. He deserved that much. I hadn’t been fair to him. I’d pushed him, shut him out, questioned every kind thing he did as if it was a trap. And maybe it was—maybe all this was too good to be true. But I didn’t care anymore. No one—no one—had ever tried this hard to show me I mattered. Not even my own family. Even if he was lying, I still wanted to believe. Just once. Before I disappeared from his life tomorrow like I’d never existed. I stood up, wiped under my eyes again, then walked ou