Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 671

Blaine flicked away his cigarette, brushed off his pants nonchalantly, and strolled toward the curb. Waiting there was a sleek Maybach, its driver already holding the door open for him. He ducked inside with practiced ease.

His assistant slid into the front seat and, after a quick glance in the rearview mirror, decided to speak up. “Boss, your wife found out you're back in France. She wanted me to ask when you'll be home."

At those words, Blaine's expression hardened momentarily. Yet, when he spoke, his voice was laced with a gentle affection. He toyed with the ring on his finger. "If she's missing me, I guess I should drop by."

The assistant nodded and told the driver to head to their home.

When Blaine entered the villa, it was cloaked in darkness-the staff had turned in for the night. He didn't bother with the lights, navigating by memory up to the master bedroom.

In the soft moonlight, he could just make out the gentle rise and fall of a figure in the bed.

His wife, Alexa.

Blaine loosened his tie and crossed the room in a few strides, pulling back the thin blanket covering her.

Afterward, Alexa lay marked by his presence, her legs still trembling slightly. The dim light cast her face in a ghostly pallor.

Blaine, on the other hand, looked almost untouched, his clothes just a bit rumpled. With a quick adjustment, he was back to looking as polished as ever. Apart from a certain satisfied gleam in his eyes, you'd never know what had just happened.

word or a glance,

her robe and called after him, trying

and looked down at her with a cool detachment. "What right do you have to ask me to stay? As my wife? Have you forgotten how

face blanched

for a moment, then reached into the bedside drawer, pulling

someone you really love,

one photo,

Selena in

He smirked. "Decent photography."

then, his grip tightened around Alexa's wrist, his words cutting. "Alexa, remember this: I'm not your husband. I'm

welled in Alexa's eyes, her

times do I have to

was cold and

had enough of her supposed innocence. His rough thumb brushed over her lips, watching

Pathetic.

His gaze turned steely.

in the pillow, tears

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