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.

you that you look stunning tonight?” he asks, breaking the

him.

you do, Ava. You look really stunning. I can’t keep my eyes off

dress, because I see the heat and hunger

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to him kissing me, or every time he grabs my waist and pulls me flush against his body, yet every time things begin to get heated,

and I don’t even know whether he realizes

a sip

eyes scan the place. Sure, it was a really lovely place if you liked fancy places, but it isn’t for me. I just didn’t know how to tell him

voice pulls me back to the present, and I

“Yeah?”

“You spaced out.”

“Sorry about that.”

terrible. Here I am on a date with him. A date I’ve been looking

the table. He looked smug and had a smirk plastered on his face. Tilting my head, I focus on him, wondering what

irritation. “What’s

I look at him confused, wondering if he has lost

on, Ava, we have somewhere to be,” he tells me almost

about the dinner?” I asked.

of fancy places? This was just a decoy; I wanted

I heard him right. He already knew that I hated it here? I don’t know whether I should be

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

ask as we walk

about that… Gabe and I own the place,

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