Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 123

HAZEL

PRESENT TIME

The gravity of the situation was unmistakable from the profound seriousness etched across Ravel’s countenance. I carefully observed his actions as he terminated his ongoing call with Raymond, gently slipping his phone into his pocket. Curiosity piqued, I couldn’t help but ask, “Rav, what’s weighing on your mind right now?”

Without a word, he approached me, his firm grip on my hand indicating the urgency of the impending conversation. Slowly, he led me toward the cozy confines of our living room. As he guided me to a seat, he spoke softly but with a obvious sense of gravity, “Please, take a seat. What I’m about to discuss is of utmost importance.”

My brows furrowed deeply, and a knot of worry tightened in the pit of my stomach as a torrent of distressing scenarios inundated my thoughts. The anxious unease welled up within me, and I fervently clung to the hope that whatever Ravel was about to reveal wouldn’t unleash an unbearable burden. With a tremor in my voice, I pressed him for answers, “Ravel, something’s amiss, isn’t it? Please, tell me, is Daisy okay?”

Sensing the anguish that was consuming me, Ravel came to a sudden halt and tenderly turned me to face him. Gently, he cupped my cheek, his touch a balm to my spiraling panic. “I need you to keep your composure,” he implored, his voice soothing. “Daisy is safe, and nothing will happen to her. I’ve been in contact with the detective, and as of now, there are no new developments regarding her case. This, however, isn’t about her.”

breath, attempting to regain control over my emotions. “Alright,” I acquiesced, my impatience still palpable beneath the surface, “I’ll try to stay calm. So, what’s going on? What is it that you need to share with me?” My tone wavered between curiosity and frustration, and I couldn’t help but add, “Ravel, if you don’t tell

behind our divorce,” Ravel disclosed, “but I need you to

it so imperative to discuss the reason behind our divorce right now?” The uncertainty that had initially gripped me was giving way to a mounting sense of bewilderment. I had braced myself for

word, he gently tugged me further into the bedroom, keeping me in suspense. The

could contain my inquiries no longer. The anticipation was palpable in the air as I quizzically demanded answers,

him with a small smile. “You are the most impatient woman I’ve

sentiments, I walked over to the bed and sat down. “Now isn’t

for not telling you about this earlier.” He apologized before stating What exactly the problem was, and if I must say it wasn’t a good sign. If Ravel apologizes

at this point, but I don’t think anything can

of the blue, catching me off guard

news back then, but I didn’t care a bit to read deeper into it. “Why exactly are we