Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 137: I’m Not Pretending To Be Pissed

While we ate, my mind kept replaying his calm demeanor during my questioning. Wasn't he even slightly curious about the strange things I'd been asking him? "I have a question for you," Ash said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I looked up at him, waiting for him to continue.

"That guy..." He paused briefly, as if choosing his words carefully. "Does he really look like me? So much so that you couldn't tell it wasn't me?"

I blinked twice, trying to process the question he had just asked. It took me a moment of staring at him in silence before I could respond.

"W-What?" I even stammered, my gaze locked on his.

At first glance, his face seemed neutral-neither smiling nor frowning-but when I looked closer, I saw sadness in his eyes.

I can't help it. Their resemblance was uncanny. Every detail, down to his physique and hairstyle, had been perfectly replicated.

The only thing the imposter hadn't captured was Ash's aura. Ash had an expensive, serious energy, not the dark, sinister vibe his copy radiated.

But was I right about this? How was it even possible?

"Never mind," Ash muttered abruptly, breaking my train of thought as he slammed his spoon and fork down on the table.

I flinched, startled, and turned to glare at him, only to find him glaring back even more intensely.

"You weren't even listening, Sapphire," he said coldly.

I looked away, my gaze falling to the floor.

He was right. I'd been lost in my thoughts, not paying attention to him despite his being right in front of me.

Ash had always been possessive, demanding my attention completely-just like before.

Wait. Why was I comparing everything to the past?

Just because something happened between us last night didn't mean anything would change. I knew Ash wasn't the type to shift his behavior because of a single night. I couldn't let my guard down. I couldn't afford to get hurt again. My focus had to stay on my children.

"D-Did you say something?" I asked hesitantly, finally meeting his gaze.

his expression unreadable as he cleared his

you have work. You'd better hurry," he said, his tone flat. "I'll take care

help, but he immediately refused. Instead, he walked me outside, called someone to drive

whole thing left me feeling bitter. It was as if what happened between us was a one-night stand, and the

even looked for missions to occupy my mind, but nothing caught my interest. "Jerk," I muttered, stealing a glance at my

or messaged

with me? For

call, why

Evangeline, lounging on the couch in my office, her attention split between

her, but she didn't even

call," I snapped, but she

me, her brow arched. "Did

my lips.

and perched herself on my desk, her scars visible but healing. "Admit

as she swatted my arm, pretending her hand was light as a feather. "We didn't

couldn't believe how crude her words

teased, narrowing

my phone rang. I grabbed it quickly,

tried to sound composed, but my

lunchtime," he said casually, but his words

know I'm at

Evangeline, suspecting she'd told him, but she raised her brow at

just a guess," he

my

out. I'll be waiting," he said before abruptly hanging

sighed, slipping my phone into my bag and

I told Evangeline, but she

up at a hotel or

off, stomping

innocent!" she retorted, gathering her

me, especially after all she'd

the scars on her arms,

the only part of them left unscarred," she growled. "And they can do my backlogs as punishment." "Right," I agreed with a small smile. "Or you could make Haze do them," I added, pointing