Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

Chapter 0319

The drive wasn’t that long, and apart from having a small chat here and there, we remained silent. For the first time since I can remember, the silence between us was comfortable.

On the rare occasions that we drove together, Rowan would do his best to ignore me, while I tried my best to engage him in a conversation. It would always leave the atmosphere feeling awkward and weird.

“Why are you smiling?” I ask him when he gets out to help me out of the car.

His smile should be a weapon of mass distraction for women. Sure, he’s hot, but when Rowan smiles, it just elevates his looks to another level.

“Can’t I be happy that I’m taking my woman out?” he asks, his head tilted to the side. (2)

For some reason, I giggle. I’m not the kind of woman to giggle. I’ve never giggled in my entire life. In fact, I used to find it repulsive when a grown ass woman did it, yet I was doing it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why the hell I giggled.” I apologize while trying to pull myself together

He takes my hand, and I wrap it around his bicep. The intimacy between us is wild. Sometimes I pinch myself just to make sure that I’m not dreaming.

“You don’t have to apologize… It actually suits you, and I like it.”

I’m really not convinced, but I smile anyway.

We make our way to the entrance of the restaurant. Just like I guessed, the place was extravagant, and it screamed money. I internally laughed; I knew it. Rowan really didn’t have a clue about my likes and dislikes.

“Mr. Wood, your table is ready,” the hostess says the minute she spots us.

Rowan just gives her a nod, and she begins walking, leading us to our table. I ignore the heads that turn to look at us. Rowan was famous, and according to Letty, so was I because of my foundation. I hate fame, and as much as I had looked forward to this date, the excitement was starting to dwindle.

The hostess leaves after serving us wine, promising that a waiter will be by to take our orders.

look stunning tonight?” he asks, breaking the

at him. “No, you

Ava. You look really stunning. I can’t keep

right about this dress, because I see the heat and hunger in his eyes.

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said that day, but come on! Does he know how hard it is to sleep by his side every night and wake up to him kissing me, or every time he grabs my waist

even know whether

I smile, taking a sip of

Sure, it was a really lovely place if you liked fancy places, but it

the present, and I

“Yeah?”

“You spaced out.”

“Sorry about that.”

focused, but I just can’t. Gosh, I feel so fucking terrible. Here I am on a date with him. A date I’ve been looking forward to, yet I

soft laughter forces me to look at him. He was leaning against the chair with one hand on the table. He looked smug and had a smirk plastered on his face. Tilting my head, I focus on him, wondering what he

in irritation.

of answering, he stands up and gives me his hand. I look at him confused, wondering if he has lost

on, Ava, we have somewhere to be,” he

about the dinner?” I asked.

that you hate these kinds of fancy places? This was just a decoy; I wanted to see whether you would tell me

it here? I don’t know whether I should be impressed or pissed off at him right now. I was leaning more on being pissed. He should have just said so from

says, taking my hand and pulling me up. Before leaving, he grabs my purse and shoves

reservation?” I ask as we walk

Gabe and I own the place, and the hostess knew

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