Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 107

RAVEL

PRESENT TIME

I wasn’t expecting things to take this direction at all last night. Having Hazel kiss my lips and having her warm naked body on mine last night is something I won’t trade for anything in this world. Having her naked and fair skin sleeping next to me this morning is truly a blessing.

Unable to keep my hands to myself, I reached forward and removed a hair from her face before reaching down to kiss her face. Last night, I had purposely taken her with no condonis, hoping that she will get pregnant. Call me a coward, but that is the most efficient way to constantly inform that wanker David that she is mine.

I’m fully aware that the threat still exists, and it lingers ominously in the back of my mind. Although things may seem calm for now, the blackmailer might be lying low, silently observing how everything unfolds, biding their time for another strike.

Pushing that concern aside, I glanced at the wall clock and with a gentle roll, I slipped out of bed, determined to prepare something special for her. She’ll undoubtedly be tired when she wakes up because I kept her up late last night.

As I left the room, I couldn’t help but smile upon hearing Daisy’s cheerful laughter, accompanied by her nanny’s soft and reassuring chuckles. The sound was a comforting reminder of the happiness that surrounded me at the moment.

Upon entering the kitchen, the laughter gradually quieted down, replaced by a warm and welcoming atmosphere. Daisy greeted me with an infectious smile that brightened up the room. Without hesitation, I reached for her, pulling her into my embrace, and began peppering her delighted face with affectionate kisses. Her joyful giggles filled the air, a melody that warmed my heart and made the worries of the outside world seem distant and insignificant.

My housekeeper, Mrs. Mary Reynolds, cleared her throat politely, attempting to gain my attention. “What would you like for breakfast, sir?” she inquired in her customary respectful tone.

Balancing little Daisy on my hips, I carried her over to the spacious kitchen island. “I was thinking of whipping up something special for Hazel myself,” I replied, my voice filled with a hint of excitement.

Mrs. Reynolds nodded in acknowledgment and, with a gracious gesture, opened the refrigerator to display the array of breakfast options at our disposal. Daisy’s nanny, aware of the morning routine, suggested that I hand her over so she could prepare for her morning bath.

Taking stock of the ingredients, I decided on preparing a delectable dish of chicken and waffles. It seemed like a manageable task, possibly because Mary was there to supervise the culinary venture.

After cooking up a delicious breakfast, I carefully arranged it on a tasteful tray, complete with a chilled glass of orange juice. With the tray in hand, I made my way upstairs to our bedroom. As I entered, I found Hazel still nestled in the embrace of slumber, her peaceful form illuminated by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.

Placing the tray gently on the bedside table, I couldn’t resist the turge to lean down and plant a tender kiss on her cheek. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered, and her eyes began to open.

a gentle kiss on her lips to rouse her from sleep. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and a warm smile

own.

to sit up, inadvertently causing the duvet

bare chest. I couldn’t help but

playfully remarked, “You’re quite insatiable,” covering herself with a

in

bed, carrying a

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I thought you might need some energy,” I teased,

disheveled, post–lovemaking hair only

her

took

a contented moan. “Did you make this?”

between bites, eyes widening in

You made the waffles yourself?” Her astonished expression prompted a hearty laugh from me. “Well, Mary might have given me some tips on what to add and when,” I

snorted, clearly amused. “I knew you couldn’t have pulled this off alone,” she said before devouring more waffles. “But, thank you, I truly appreciate

exasperation. “If you’re genuinely grateful for my effort, then express it,” I teased, swiping the waffles from

reclined on the bed, propped up on my elbow, watching her savor her meal. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on her face. “You know,” I began, my tone slightly more serious, “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for a long time.” I let out a wistful sigh, my gaze drifting to our wedding portrait that hung

you should have told me why you did it,” she responded, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. Her gaze remained fixed on mine, searching for answers in my eyes. “I’m going to trust that

struck a chord with me, and I gave her a quick, grateful glance, my smile tinged with relief. I had always felt unworthy of her, and her understanding was a gift I cherished. “Thank you,

voice soft but unwavering. “We’re not going to move past this stage until you give me a valid reason.” Her gaze bore into mine, urging me to open up. “The fact is that this secret will always take us two steps back, and I won’t be able to stop myself from taking that step back until

that you don’t fully trust me yet, Hazel, and I’m okay with us taking things

to shield her body. Her next question hit me with a weight I couldn’t ignore. “Does Raymond know

every twist and turn in my life. He knows everything–how I had to go public with June because I received a text

what you did, and I don’t, right?” Hazel asked, her tone dripping