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.

shook his head, his expression unreadable as he cleared

have work. You'd better hurry," he said, his

Instead, he walked me outside, called someone to drive

if what happened between us was a one-night stand, and the thought infuriated me even

for missions to occupy my mind, but nothing caught my interest. "Jerk," I muttered,

or messaged since

with me? For

call, why don't you call

the couch in my office, her attention

at her, but she didn't

call,"

brow arched. "Did I say

pursed my lips. "Yeah,

desk, her scars visible

her hand was light as a feather. "We didn't plan last night, okay? And no,

believe how crude her

teased,

quickly, feeling my heart race when I

I tried to sound composed,

near your office at lunchtime," he

how the hell do you know I'm at

Evangeline, suspecting she'd told him, but she raised her brow at me in feigned innocence before returning to

just a guess,"

my laptop. "What do

out. I'll be waiting," he said

slipping my phone into my bag and

I told Evangeline, but

two ended up at a hotel or

I cut her off,

innocent!" she retorted, gathering her

amazed me, especially after all she'd been

scars on her arms, her

backlogs as punishment." "Right," I agreed with a small smile. "Or you could make Haze do them," I added, pointing at the man who had just