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."

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

the words out. She wasn't even sure she was glaring at him

moment he drew back his chair and stood up. His eyes were fixed on her as he moved, coming closer. Something sharp

now, he still looked so

buried flooded her thoughts, making her weak in the

threaten you. Not even my own mother.' she remembered his words from that day when he'd stood up to his mother for her

pushing the memory to the the dark recess of her mind. They

grew more difficult with each step that 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

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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

eyes from the floor to meet his, her

eyes, like he

of annoyance crept into her voice. "You're free

with her tone and words around him. He was dangerous and had the power to hurt her

"Yet, you make it seem

"Your girlfriend pushed me into the pool yesterday, just

you

you slapped

tied.