บททั้งหมดของ Too Late for Regrets: The Betrayer Wants Me Back: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The crunch of a luxury sedan's wheels over the gravel driveway marked the end of that tense and silent journey. As soon as the car came to a complete stop in front of the Stevens family's main residence, the maid, Soraya, hurried out from the front seat to open the door. Kyle stepped out first, carrying a soundly sleeping Calysta on his shoulder, followed by Jessica, who descended with the grace of a secretary who knew her place in public.Ravelle was the last to get out.She did not wait for her husband, nor did she spare Jessica a glance. With carefully measured steps, she walked past the massive pillars of the mansion and headed straight inside. Her body felt sticky from all the hypocrisy she had swallowed throughout the night, and the only thing she wanted right now was to get to her room.However, just as her foot touched the first step of the grand staircase in the central hall, a subtle movement near the pantry caught her attention.Ravelle stopped.Her shoulder pressed against

The heavy, panting breaths gradually subsided, leaving the silence of the night to creep back into the master bedroom. On the bed, Kyle and Jessica's bodies were still tangled together, wet with sweat that glistened under the dim light of the night lamp. They had just experienced a perfect release, yet the remnants of that animalistic passion still lingered in the air.Kyle rolled over to the side, lying flat on his back staring at the ceiling of the room with his chest rising and falling irregularly. The muscles of his body slowly relaxed. However, the flash of Ravelle's rejection from a few hours ago suddenly crossed his mind again, igniting the remaining resentment that had not completely died down. The man turned his head, looking at Jessica who was lying next to him, her breath still short.Without warning, Kyle grabbed the back of Jessica's neck, pulling her close and immediately devouring her lips roughly. The kiss held no softness; instead, it was an outlet for a wounded ego.

"She is indeed not my child."Those words simply slid from Ravelle's lips, sharp and unbothered. Her tone was so flat, no longer reflecting the legal status of the young girl she had raised for the past seven years.Kyle froze where he stood, his hand which was still holding Calysta's shoulder instantly tensing up. "What did you say? Vel, watch your mouth! Are you aware of what just came out of your mouth?"Ravelle did not return her husband's fiery gaze. She merely glanced briefly at Calysta, who was still sobbing under Kyle's protection, and then turned her body gracefully. The air in the dining room had become too toxic to breathe any longer."Forget it," Ravelle replied, her tone brushing off the tension as if this whole sequence of drama was completely unimportant to her. "I'm leaving.""Leaving?" Kyle stepped forward, releasing his embrace on Calysta and chasing after his wife's steps, which had already shifted toward the outer corridor. "Where are you going this early in the mo

Kyle's footsteps sounded heavy as he led the way out of the examination room corridor in the VIP wing of Manhattan Central Hospital. Behind him, Ravelle walked at a deliberately slower pace, wearing a convincingly exhausted expression."So, it's nothing serious, Doctor?" Kyle asked, stopping in front of the private administration desk and turning toward the middle-aged man in a white coat who was following them.Doctor Simon, who had received an untraceable transfer from one of Ravelle's subordinates a few hours earlier, nodded firmly while adjusting his black-framed glasses. "That's correct, Mr. Stevens. Mrs. Ravelle is only suffering from acute anemia. Her blood pressure is very low, and so is her blood sugar level. That's what triggered the severe migraine she's had since last night."Kyle let out a long breath, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Does she need to be hospitalized?""No need, sir. Outpatient treatment will be sufficient," Doctor Simon replied quickly, bri

The double glass doors of the CEO's office at Stevens Corporation had just closed tightly after the board of directors walked out with tense expressions. Kyle let out a long breath and loosened the tie that had felt suffocating since morning. Leaning back against his executive chair, he reached for the phone on his desk. An uneasy feeling had been bothering him ever since he left the house.He tapped a name on the screen and lifted the phone to his ear.At a quiet corner of the city park, the phone inside Ravelle's handbag vibrated. She glanced at the screen, then looked at Erlan sitting beside her before sliding the green button."Yes, Kyle?""Where are you?" Kyle's voice sounded heavy from the other end. "How are you? Are you feeling better now?""I'm fine," Ravelle answered flatly, her voice as cold as ice without a trace of emotion. "I'm just getting some fresh air outside."Just as Kyle was about to reply, a subtle movement occurred beneath his desk. Jessica slowly crawled upward