Semua Bab My Ex And His Daddy's Obsession: Bab 81 - Bab 88

The clock on the corridor wall of the mansion ticked like a time bomb ready to explode in Ethan's head. It was nine in the evening, and the door to his father's master bedroom remained tightly shut. Ethan paced back and forth in front of his own room with irregular steps, his hands occasionally running through his increasingly disheveled hair. The passing servants only bowed respectfully, assuming their Young Master was pondering the piling corporate affairs of the company. No one knew that behind that cold face, a fire of jealousy was burning away his sanity.Ethan decided to check the situation. He approached the door of Richard's room, opening it just a fraction—only enough for one eye to peer inside. The sight within froze him, his blood seemingly ceasing to flow.On the grand bed, Aurora appeared curled up small within Richard's embrace. His father's sturdy arm was wrapped protectively around the woman's waist, while Rory's face rested against Richard's chest. They looked like th

The atmosphere in the dining room of the Calloway mansion that morning felt silent, filled only with the clinking of silver spoons clashing against porcelain plates. Ethan sat alone at the end of the long table, looking neat in his black suit that fit his body perfectly. Even though his eyes stared sharply at the tablet displaying stock charts, his mind was still left in the upstairs bedroom, on the remnants of Aurora's body scent that still lingered in his memory.Ethan looked up when he saw Claire walking past while carrying an empty tray. "Claire," Ethan called out, his voice heavy and flat. "Where is Daddy? And... *Mommy*? Why didn't they come down to have breakfast together?"Claire stopped her steps, turning toward Ethan with a smile that seemed held back, as if she were keeping a huge secret that was highly exciting. "The Big Master and the Young Mistress are having breakfast in the room, Young Master," Claire answered with a suspiciously cheerful tone.Ethan raised an eyebrow.

Warm steam was still curling thinly from behind the bathroom door that had just opened. Richard stepped out with a white towel wrapped around his waist, letting the remaining drops of bathwater flow slowly on top of his tight skin. At an age that was no longer young, the man’s body remained maintained with firm, broad muscles, reflecting the dim light of the bedroom lamp.Aurora, who was still leaning against a pile of pillows, found herself unable to turn her face away. Her eyes were fixed on the curves of Richard’s broad chest and his flat stomach. She swallowed hard with difficulty, feeling a strange rush creeping up the nape of her neck. There was a mature, intoxicating charm from Richard’s figure, something very different from the impulsive wildness belonging to Ethan.Richard noticed that gaze. A thin smile, almost like a teasing smirk, appeared at the corner of his lips. He approached the edge of the bed, letting himself stand close enough so that Aurora could smell the fresh,

The sun was hanging high overhead when Aurora finally stepped out of the master bedroom. The snow-white silk house dress she wore swayed gently with each step, her movements now much lighter than before. Thanks to the special ointment she had secretly applied while Richard was on the phone with one of his business associates earlier, the stinging pain that had tormented her was gradually fading, replaced by a cool, soothing sensation.In the dining room, Claire was arranging porcelain plates filled with a healthy lunch. The moment she saw Aurora approaching, the senior housekeeper immediately paused what she was doing. Her sharp eyes inadvertently caught the faint reddish marks peeking out from beneath Aurora's long hair as it shifted aside. Around the nape of her neck and along the side of her throat, the marks stood out vividly against her pale skin.Good heavens, Master truly showed no mercy last night, Claire thought, smiling to herself. She remembered what Ethan had said that mor