Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0306

AIDEN

All the while as I moved around the room, I could feel her gaze following my every move and for some twisted reason, it made me smile. It warmed my heart that she was looking at me and not just outrightly ignoring me.

As I closed the drawer and started to walk to the door, her words stopped me.

"You can come sleep here."

My heart started an instant marathon race. Did I just hear right?

I turned to her. There was something in those beautiful eyes as they focused on me. Guilt? Pity? I couldn't place my finger on it.

She was seated in the center of the bed, the blanket draped over her lower half. She hadn't gone to bed yet her hair was already a beautiful mess.

She probably h had a shower, I thought. She looked cleaner and fresher than she did when I left the room and her hair wasn't bond in that lose ponytail they had been in since the challenge.

She must have realized that I was staring too much because, she looked away before she turned back to me with her eyes widened a fraction. Then she stammered, "...I don't mean here.” I followed her movements as she gestured to the bed. Then she pointed at the couch few feet from me. "There,"

okay!! would do anything to get in that bed with her right

Thankfully, she insisted.

her brows came

that room is."

that it was just the way Ana was. She would have said the same to someone else but it still mattered that she wasn't scowling at me or giving me

not been cleaned in a while. It's

when she finished speaking and immediately laid down

at her for a while, a smile slowly

to yell in utter joy: I returned to the drawer and returned what I

literally ran through the hallway. With the big smile on my face and the spring in my steps, you'd think I was moving to heaven. Even if there

then so be it. I'd sleep

remain close to her.

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stairs, I wasn't aware that I was making any noise. How could I when all the voices in my head where jubilating. The lodge keeper peeked out of his door that was after the stairs, and asked, “Who's there? Oh

anything

straight to the bed where I had kept them. In truth, the room wasn't dusty or uncleaned. I assumed that it was always cleanef everyday by the lodge's cleaners but Ana didn't need to know any of that. To her, the room was probably dusty and that was it. I wasn't about to duspite that and lose my chance of being in the

believed it was a start; a tiny step toward our

tripping over the blanket I gathered clumsily in my