บททั้งหมดของ Warm My Bed, Little Pumpkin!: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

HER excitement bubbled over as she strode towards Oswald. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him in a light hug, feeling the now familiar scent of his cologne brush against her senses. But Oswald stood stiff, unresponsive, as if her touch meant nothing to him. Her heart faltered for a moment, but she brushed the feeling aside. "He is probably tired," she told herself. Oswald moved past her without a word, heading straight for the leather chair in the center of the living room. He sank into it, his posture relaxed yet distant, exuding the cold authority she knew too well. Queen swallowed the knot rising in her throat and followed him, sitting gracefully on the couch opposite him. His dark eyes regarded her with that usual detached calm. "What are you doing here, Queen?" He asked, his tone clipped, as if her presence was a mere inconvenience. Her lips parted slightly in disbelief. For a moment, she stared at him, stunned. "What do you mean, what am I doing here?" She

OSWALD stood before the large mirror in his bedroom, adjusting the collar of his crisp white shirt with slow, deliberate movements. The air in the room was still, except for the occasional rustling sound as Nathan, rummaged through an open wardrobe. "You are awfully quiet today boss," Nathan remarked, pulling out a tailored midnight blue tuxedo from the closet and draping it carefully on the edge of the bed. Oswald, standing tall and collected, let out a low breath. "What is there to say? It is just another event." Nathan smirked knowingly but said nothing. It wasn't every day that Oswald made public appearances, especially not with someone on his arm. Tonight, however, was a pivotal night. Queen Wilberforce, the heiress everyone envied, would make her grand debut beside him, and the press would be watching their every move. As Nathan fastened the cuffs of Oswald's shirt, the bedroom door suddenly burst open with a loud click, making both men glance toward it. To their shock, La

THE grand Charity Gala was the event of the year, hosted at the illustrious Diamond Crest Hotel. It was where only the wealthiest and most powerful gathered, billionaires, celebrities, and world-renowned influencers, all dressed to the nines. Crystal chandeliers shimmered from above, soft jazz floated in the air, and every corner of the hall glittered with elegance. The anticipation was palpable, not just for the donations or the luxury auction but because Oswald Escobar, the elusive billionaire, was finally making a public appearance, and not alone.As the pearl white Rolls-Royce Cullinan glided to a stop in the parking lot, camera flashes lit up the night like fireworks. A swarm of reporters surged forward, eager to capture the moment. The doors of the sleek vehicle opened slowly, and Queen Wilberforce was the first to step out, radiating grace and poise. She was a vision in her custom-made champagne coloured gown that hugged her figure perfectly, her stiletto heels glimmering under

OSWALD stepped out of the bathroom, droplets of water clinging to his damp hair. A towel was slung around his waist, and steam trailed behind him as he walked toward the dresser. His phone continued buzzing relentlessly, vibrating across the nightstand like an annoying insect. He gritted his teeth, snatched it up, and glanced at the screen, Vincenzo, again. The pest didn't stop calling!With a sigh of irritation, Oswald swiped to answer. "What?" Oswald's voice was clipped, cold. "Good morning to you too, cousin," Vincenzo's smooth, playful voice chimed from the other end. "What the hell is going on, Oswald? The whole world is buzzing about you and your new catch." Oswald exhaled slowly, sitting on the edge of his bed, dragging a hand through his wet hair. "Queen isn't my 'new catch.' She is the woman my parents are so desperately trying to tie me down with." Vincenzo let out a hearty laugh. "Wow, they are really pulling all the stops this time, huh? So... do you love her?" Os

QUEEN sat at her sleek mahogany desk, in one of the offices in her father's company, tapping her manicured nails impatiently against its glossy surface. Her body radiated with irritation as she shifted restlessly in her chair, her emotions flickering between frustration and disbelief. She had spent the entire morning through to the early hours of the afternoon basking in the glow of the event the night before, replaying every detail in her mind, the cameras flashing, the whispers trailing their steps, and the envious looks from other women. It had been a perfect evening, the kind she had dreamed of, standing beside Oswald Escobar, the most sought after bachelor. Her reflection stared back at her from the office window. With her legs elegantly crossed, she looked impeccable as always, her hair in soft waves, makeup flawlessly applied, but beneath that composed appearance was an agitated woman whose mind churned with impatience. By now, he should have called. "Of course, he would," sh