Nine months too late: After divorce by Baby Charlene

Chapter 135

Not hesitating, the two staff Sylvie had come with scampered to their feet, scurrying toward the door.

A frown creased Sylvie's forehead. No. She wasn't having the room with him.

Raphael left as well, and within moments, it was just two of them in the room

But Sylvie wasn't having it.

Her hands trembled lightly as she packed up her things from the table. Kage quietly watched her as if he was being entertained. But it wasn't until she stood and turned towards the door that his voice filled the room. "What're you doing?"

Sylvie paused, her heart pounding in her chest as she held her bag strapped over her arm and her tablet to her chest.

She stilled, failing miserably at forming any words.

"I'd suggest you take your seat," Kage spoke in that frighteningly authoritative tone of his.

Only now, it got on Sylvie's nerves and she wished she could talk back at him.

But there was no way. Kage still had that effect on her-the one she'd always felt when they'd been married lovelessly for two years.

"I came here because I thought you were interested in checking out our designs. It turns out that wasn't the case. And if there's no business involved, I wouldn't want to be here, Mr. Hawkins," she managed to reply without looking at him.

She heard a cold scoff behind her. "If money's the problem, I could get a hundred designs if that'll make you happy."

instantly, her eyes flashing with disbelief from the implied insult in his statement. What the hell did he mean!? Money wasn't her or the family's problem and he knew it. Wanting to stay serious on business was different from being a money

out. She wasn't even sure she was

and stood up. His eyes were fixed on her as he moved, coming closer. Something sharp

still looked so

flooded her thoughts, making

Three of you. I won't stand by and watch anyone threaten you. Not even my own mother.' she remembered his words from that day when he'd stood up to his mother

the floor and pushing the memory to the the dark recess of her mind. They meant nothing to him now. They

brought him closer to her. And although, she wasn't looking at him, she could feel his dark eyes eating her up, like a true predator. For a moment, she feared he was going to get too close and touch her, but he stopped about three feet away, one hand casually slid

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on the floor, able to stare at his shoes now Despite the guilt she felt for what she and Lancelot did to him, she still feld bittered towards him and held her grudge." "Do you have

to meet

his eyes, like he enjoyed whatever it was

note of annoyance crept into her voice. "You're free to date whoever you

around him. He was

tilted his head. "Yet, you make it seem

out almost immediately, her face crumpled in a frown. "Your girlfriend pushed me into the pool yesterday, just in case

you

after you

tied.