All Chapters of After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Aurelia’s POVThe drive home was a blur of red lights and speeding thoughts. My fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, and yet, I kept smiling to myself, the remnants of what had just happened still humming through every nerve. My body felt alive in ways I hadn’t realized I’d been starving for, and a warmth lingered that made me both dizzy and ridiculously content.I didn’t even know why I had grabbed the flowers on my way out. Maybe I needed something to hold onto, a small tether to the world outside that hotel room. And yet, I hadn’t decided if I truly believed Julien. Did I? Could I? My mind wrestled with that question even as my body remembered every brush, every taste, every claim he’d made against my lips. That kiss, that touch had been reckless and right all at once. I had missed him more than I realized, and apparently, my body had too.Pulling into the driveway, I was immediately met with small, curious eyes. Oliver’s gaze fell on the flowers, and it wi

Aurelia’s POVJulien showed up at six in the morning like a man powered by caffeine and revelation.I had barely peeled myself out of sleep when the buzzer rang. When I opened the door, he stood there grinning, eyes too bright, energy vibrating off him like he’d swallowed lightning.“Are the kids up?” he asked, hopeful, breathless, almost boyish.I stared at him. “Julien, it’s six a.m. Did you even sleep?”“Well… briefly.” He shrugged, unapologetic. “I couldn’t. The excitement wouldn’t let me.”I stepped aside with a groan, letting him in. “This is Saturday. We don’t start the day at dawn. You should lie down before everyone wakes up.”“I’ll wait,” he said instantly, already dropping onto the couch like a loyal guard dog.I turned slowly. “No, you won’t.”The firmness in my voice surprised even me. He paused, reading my face, then sighed in surrender.“Call the driver. Tell him to go home.”He did it without argument. One obedient call, one quiet instruction. When he hung up, I shoved

Aurelia’s POVI was certain Julien left the next morning, just like he said he would.Strangely, his absence didn’t unsettle me. It clarified me.He had given me time. Real time. Not the kind that comes with pressure disguised as patience, but space I could breathe in. And instead of confusion, what settled in my chest was a steady, unmistakable calm. Not excitement. Not fear. Just certainty. A renewed energy that felt earned.Cassia noticed it immediately.“So,” she said over the phone, her tone sharp with curiosity, “what have you decided?”I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling, letting the truth form itself without resistance.“He’s a good man,” I said slowly. “He’s great with the kids. He’s trying, Cassia. Not forcing. Not demanding. Just… trying to make me fall in love with him again.”There was a brief pause on the line.“Aurelia,” she said gently, “you want him back.”I laughed, soft and unguarded. “Well, yes. But I can’t just say it like that. Where’s my pride?”Ca

Aurelia’s POVThe moment I stepped inside, I locked the door behind me.The click echoed softly. I took a moment to absorb the space. The penthouse was vast, open, quiet in that expensive way where silence felt intentional. Every surface gleamed. Every corner breathed indulgence.I moved toward the bedroom, curiosity guiding me. It was massive too. A king-sized bed dressed in crisp white, floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights spilling in like a private audience.He came out of the bathroom then, towel slung low around his hips, hair damp, skin still holding the warmth of steam.“Hey,” he said, surprised. “Didn’t know you’d come now.”I chuckled softly. “Are you sure,” I replied, “or was this your plan all along? Lure me straight to the bedroom.”A slow smile curved his lips.He turned toward the mirror stand, rubbing a towel through his hair. I dropped my bag onto the bed and slipped out of my coat, letting it pool at my feet. Then the dress.I felt it before I saw it.His hands still

Aurelia’s POVThe next day, Julien came by again, and we ended up spending the entire day lost in small, simple joys.We started in the little garden, paintbrushes in hand. Sylvette was everywhere at once, moving like a tiny whirlwind, adding splashes of color to anything that could hold paint. Her laughter rang like little chimes whenever she flicked the brush and got more paint on herself than the canvas. Afterwards Oliver and Julien took over his bicycles, racing around the yard. Their laughter was light, the kind that made your chest warm just hearing it. I watched them while braiding Sylvette's hair under the soft sunlight. I smiled, brushing a strand of Sylvette’s hair behind her ear as she squirmed, trying to hold still.Later, we all moved into the kitchen. Mostly Julien and Oliver handled the cooking, though Sylvette and I did the taste testing, more of a necessary chore than a real contribution, if I was honest. I caught Julien glancing at me once, a smirk tugging at the