Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0286

"Hey, Dennis, you okay?" Clara asked as she began to approach me with a concerned expression on her face. "You seem lost in thought."

I simply shifted focus of the topic using the luggage she pulled behind her like dead weight. "You're going somewhere?"

She bit the bait. "Returning actually. I was on a short trip but I'm back now. I see you're also-*

"No. I had a meeting I just stepped out from not too long ago. I was on my way home before I saw you."

I

She beamed, "Even better. Can you drop me off? Please?"

I agreed and picked up her luggage, then deposited it in the trunk. While we were in motion, she cheated cheerily, talking about her trip and the interesting people she met as well as a bunch of other stuffs! wasn't supposed to know.

"Oh my!" She stopped suddenly, her gaze sweeping towards the passenger seat with a look of surprise. She gave me a playful smack on my arm, winking suggestively. "Who are these for?"

release a ridiculous grin. I didn't want to give her that

She reached for them and just in time, I put a hand behind me to pull her nosy self back into her seat. "Protective much? They must

lips for a full minute, after a decision to heighten her curiosity. I conceded finally. "They're for Ana and Amie, I

didn't miss the knowing smirk on Clara's face. "You're still

with uncertainty. I got the

would open her eyes to see what I do." Her appraisal sounded genuine, far from

I really was, most probably accept me too. I wanted to be in her life so bad it felt like I had no purpose

decided to drop the question that weighed the most in my mind. "Have you

righted herself and replied, "she's on a trip for a week. Something like a getaway from work, she mentioned. She also said it

piece of information dashed every hopes I had of ever gaining Ana's love. If she was on a trip -sponsored by the management of the

exes didn't mean that there was no love

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chances.

who's looking after Amie?" I asked instead, refusing to dwell on the hurt that followed