Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

ANASTASIA

When I reached downstairs, I saw the manager at the back of the counter. There were two girls and a boy. He looked like he was giving them instructions.

It was now night time and the bar was filled more than it was when I first arrived here.

When I stopped before the counter, the bar girl and boy from earlier flashed me shy smiles and continued whatever they were doing. I returned their smiles and glanced at the manager. The moment his gaze fell on me, he abruptly left them and hurried up to me.

He cut a brief glance to the door. "I'm sorry, he's not back. Have you tried to reach him?" He started to reach into his pocket, "I could call him if—"

"There's no need for that, manager," I told him. I'd lose my mind if I had to wait a second more.

"I'm sorry I—"

"No please, there's no problem. I've just decided to wait for him at home."

He looked calmer as he nodded. "Alright then. I'll tell him you stopped by when he returns."

"Thank you so much."

With that, I said my goodbyes and headed to the door that led outside. Then I suddenly heard, "Hey, hey!"

As I turned around, I assumed that one of the customers had probably grown the balls to call out to me instead of just staring.

"Aiden?" I felt a deep crease in between my brows as I looked at him. I glanced behind him, at the seat he just exited. It was empty. "Hey. I was just stepping out and I realized that the person before me is you. Why are you here?" His gaze briefly scanned me.

"I just came to see Dennis." I added when a frown began to form on his face, "He owns the place."

"Oh," he mouthed as he nodded. "Okay," he said as he slid his hands into his front pocket.

shifting his gaze between the walls, my face and his feet. "Umm... you can still do whatever brought you here, you know. Dennis wouldn't chase you out if he

"It's not that. I was

Okay then," I said and stepped out of the

me a fond smile. "Ladies

and how he'd always insist that I do things first flooding my mind, as I wordlessly walked out of the door. I heard the click as the door was closed. When

this is good night

"Yep.

response, I

from one foot to the

peripheral vision, I could see Aiden taking his time as he strolled to the parking lot. I saw him go into his car. I heard the door close but

night again. That first night he offered me a ride to the hospital. This was exactly how deserted the road

to order a ride. But I didn't need to

as the car's front

to hide it but

throat. "Is

You don't have a

It's not a problem." I tapped my phone then pointed

looked

a sigh of relief

and walked back to his car Then I was left to

when he closed

and leaned on it.

and he shrugged. "I'm

my phone's screen.

until Aiden pushed off his car. "Come