All Chapters of His Dad Calls Me Baby: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Clara was the first to pounce, snatching the invitation and flipping it open with an excited shriek that echoed through the studio."Let me see! Let me see! Oh my god, the date is set! Lisa! How did you guys keep this a secret for so long?"I smiled, taking the card back."What secret? You are the first ones I am telling. You are family, after all."Song Sheng picked up another one, her eyes tracing the elegant handwriting on the envelope. She raised an eyebrow and smirked."Is this Alexander's personal handiwork?"My ears felt a bit warm as I nodded."He said invitations should be written by hand. He wanted it to be sincere."Elena looked at our names side by side on the card, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She stepped forward and gave me a gentle, lingering hug."Lisa, congratulations. I am so happy for you."I hugged her back, my voice softening."I need you to be my bridesmaid, Elena."Clara immediately raised her han

Outside the bridal suite, the corridor felt like a scene from a historical epic.Alexander Knight stood tall before the heavy oak doors.He wore a traditional Ming Dynasty robe in deep crimson, the silk shimmering with gold-embroidered dragons that seemed to coil from his shoulders to the hem.The black official’s hat sat low on his brow, accentuating the cold, lethal edge of his features.He looked every bit the powerful, heartless minister from a classic painting.Luke Cole leaned against the wall, checking his watch with a smirk."Alright, Alex. This is the real test."Vance Sterling was already cracking his knuckles, practically vibrating with energy."Boys, prepare for the breach!"Soren Crane adjusted his glasses, his tone as clinical as if he were reading a lab report."Statistical analysis suggests that in these door-blocking rituals, the thickness of the cash bribes is directly proportional to the s

Elena caught a glimpse of his reflection in the chrome of the handlebars as they hit a bump—his ears were a deep, burning crimson. The discovery sent a jolt of electricity straight to her heart. The city’s most notorious troublemaker was actually blushing? Her fingers, which had been white-knuckled against the hem of his shirt, loosened their grip slightly, but she didn't let go. If anything, she pressed closer. The bike finally rumbled to a halt at the mouth of a secluded alleyway near the Voss estate. The engine cut out, and the silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the dripping of rain from the eaves. The wet pavement shimmered under the hazy amber glow of the streetlights. Luke propped the bike up with one leg, keeping his body steady. Elena’s slender fingers were still tangled in the fabric of his soaked shirt, her knuckles brushing against the heat of his lower back. "We are here." His voice was raspy, almost a growl.

The lingering heat of summer was swept away by the crisp winds of September. The freshman registration area was a chaotic symphony of shouting and frantic energy. Elena Voss stood at a small table, her head down as she filled out her registration forms. The surrounding chatter buzzed in her ears like static. "Did you hear? Over in the prep year building..." "The golden boy from the Academy! I heard he actually came here to retake the year. People say he was only two points short of an Ivy League track." "Are you serious? Why? Isn't the Academy supposed to be elite?" "Retaking a year over two points? He’s a total psycho." "His face is even crazier. One look and you’re ruined for life. He is absolutely gorgeous..."The Academy’s golden boy. Those words were a secret code, instantly igniting a hidden fuse in her chest. Elena’s pen stuttered. He was retaking the year? Here? How was that possible?

The bell for evening study hall had just rung when Maya Reed grabbed my wrist, her voice dropped to an excited whisper as she dragged me toward the wooded grove behind the gym. "The prom queen is making her move," she hissed, her eyes dancing. "Elena Voss, you have to see this. Rhea is about to confess to Luke Cole right now!" My heart hit the floor. It felt like a lead weight sinking through my chest. "I'm not going..." I tried to pull back, my chest tightening until it was hard to breathe. "Come on! This is the drama of the century. You can't miss it!" Maya was relentless. Half-pulling, half-dragging, she hauled me to the very edge of the trees. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, leaving the world bathed in a hazy, amber glow. The air was thick and cloying, saturated with the sweet, almost intoxicating scent of blooming osmanthus. Maya pulled me behind a massive flowering bush. We stood there, breath shallow and ragg