Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 119

HAZEL

PRESENT TIME

On the fifth day, our anxious wait continues, and we remain in the dark without any tangible news or updates. The detective. handling David’s case has yet to share any information with us. In an attempt to gain some insight, Ravel made a call to the detective today, seeking clarification on the progress of the investigation. The detective, in response, offered assurance that he would visit us later this evening to provide the long-awaited update.

My trust in David has waned significantly, prompting me to make a crucial decision. I’ve taken the step of transferring the responsibility for business decisions to Agatha. In all honesty, I find myself in a state of me ntal disarray, making it impractical for me to be the one making important choices regarding my business affairs. It’s for this reason that I’ve opted to place my trust in Agatha to handle these crucial matters.

In contrast, Ravel is taking a hands-on approach to the management of his business affairs. While he’s currently not engaged in the creation of new jewelry sketch designs, he holds the primary responsibility for making critical business decisions, often in conjunction with Raymond. It’s evident that Raymond doesn’t possess an in-depth knowledge of the intricacies of Ravel’s business operations. Consequently, they engage in late-night discussions to bridge this knowledge gap. Each night, their discussions culminate in a plan of action that Raymond diligently puts into motion the following day.

What’s particularly considerate about Ravel’s approach is his discretion when it comes to business matters in my presence. He goes to great lengths to avoid bringing up business discussions or taking business calls while I’m around. It’s only when he thinks I’ve drifted off into slumber that he quietly slips out to the balcony, where he can converse with Raymond in privacy.

After luxuriating in a refreshing shower, I opted to change into a more comfortable ensemble. Dressed in cozy attire, Iset off on a quest to locate Ravel. Eventually, I stumbled upon him in the garden, basking in the serene ambiance with a glass of wine in hand.

With a heavy sigh, I took a moment to compose myself, then slowly approached him, letting my hand gently encircle his. waist. My voice was hushed as I asked, “Are you okay?”

He inhaled deeply, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine, before he turned, his strong arms enveloping me in a reassuring embrace. “I’m fine,” he replied, though his eyes betrayed the facade. He nuzzled the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply, a small moment of solace amidst the uncertainty. “You smell nice,” he murmured, a genuine compliment amidst the tension.

I mustered a tight smile, attempting to infuse some levity into the moment for his sake. I recognized that he was carrying his own burdens in this situation. “Well, I did just have a shower, so smelling nice is part of the deal,” I playfully quipped. “But speaking of showers, maybe you should consider a cold one, and, dare I say it, a haircut.”

laughter was a welcome sound, a brief respite from the heaviness of the situation. “Personal grooming isn’t quite at the top of my priorities right now,” he admitted, drawing back slightly to gently tuck a stray

our daughter’s absence, I felt at strong urge to provide Ravel with one less

in contemplation, considering the question. Before he could respond, our conversation was abruptly interrupted by Daisy’s nanny. “I apologize for the interruption, ma’am, but the detective

shortly,” I assured her with gratitude in my voice, and she nodded before retreating. Ravel attempted to guide me away to deal with the detective, but I firmly grasped his hand, halting his progress. “Ravel, you don’t need to conceal

me with a raw intensity, a reflection of the depths of his emotions. My hand, trembling ever so slightly, rose to gently cup his

the silent, heavy rain of his pain. Without hesitation, I guided his head to rest upon my shoulder, offering him the comfort of my embrace.

spirit. “I miss her,” he croaked out, his voice breaking with the weight of his sorrow. “I miss her

it seemed as though I could still hear her laughter and the sound of her cries, as if her giggles still reverberated within her room. But when I mustered the courage to step inside, all that greeted me was the oppressive and cold silence, a stark reminder of her

her, aren’t we?” he whispered, his voice quivering with vulnerability, and the raw emotion in his words. threatened to bring

nodded, doing my best to muster strength for both of us in that fragile moment. “She will most definitely come back to us, Ravel. Never doubt

in response, biting his lower lip as he tried to regain composure. I reached up, using my thumb to wipe away the lingering traces of his tears.

faint chuckle escaped him. “I’m

him toward the living room. Just before we entered the

chair to greet us, a gesture that conveyed respect. “Good evening, Mr. Southwark,” he addressed Ravel, who responded with a crisp nod. We assumed our positions on the sofa, positioning ourselves

which he provided responses. When I delved into his relationship with Mr. Southwark, he stated that he neither categorized it

suppress my impatience. “And what about his connection

“In regard to that, he asserted that he lacks a significant closeness with Ms. June. Nevertheless, he did acknowledge that

what stopped her from simply asking him directly?” I mused aloud, skepticism apparent. “June has never been one to respect boundaries, so what prompted this

my