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 head, his expression

he said, his tone flat.

walked me outside, called someone to drive

if what happened between us was a one-night stand, and the

I buried myself in work. I finished everything ahead of schedule and even looked for missions to occupy my mind, but nothing caught

called or messaged since

he angry with me? For

why

on the couch in my office, her attention split between her phone and

her, but

not waiting for Ash's call," I

her brow arched. "Did I say

pursed my

and perched herself on my desk, her scars visible

I yelped as she swatted my arm, pretending her hand was light as a feather. "We didn't plan last night, okay? And no, I don't want

crude

teased,

it quickly, feeling my heart race

tried to sound composed,

your office at lunchtime," he said casually, but

know I'm at the

she raised her brow at me in feigned innocence before returning

just a

I muttered, closing my laptop.

find out. I'll be waiting,"

into my bag and

downstairs," I told Evangeline,

at a hotel or your condo later," she teased. "Does he have a

her off, stomping my foot in

innocent!" she

demeanor always amazed me,

the scars on her arms, her

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 at the man who had just