Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 39

As Anthony cast a brief glance at the seated duo, Louls maintained a deep, inscrutable expression, revealing nothing of his Inner emotions.

Genevieve, slightly taken aback by Anthony’s sudden arrival, maintained her composure and discreetly shifted her gaze

away.

Feeling a sinking sensation in his heart, Anthony Inhaled deeply, subtly adjusted a chair next to their table, and inquired politely, yet firmly. “Would you mind if I join you?”

Genevieve and Louis, In unison, replied, “Yes.”

The atmosphere abruptly shifted to a tense silence.

Anthony, narrowing his eyes sharply, seated himself assertively between them, emanating a faint scent of peppermint smoke.

His intrusion disrupted the previously harmonious vibe, yet Anthony displayed no remorse, even managing a smile.

Noticing the bouquet of roses on the table, a trace of iciness flickered across Anthony’s eyes. He turned his darkened gaze toward Genevieve.

“There are still some unresolved details regarding the Sincapital project. Perhaps we could discuss them elsewhere?” His voice, though cold, was deliberately moderated to sound as gentle as possible.

Genevieve’s lips tightened as she raised her eyes to Anthony, her voice flat and unyielding. “Today isn’t a good time. Let’s schedule it for another day.”

She took a discreet sip of her drink, masking her growing annoyance.

Since their divorce, Anthony’s unexpected appearances had become increasingly frequent. ‘Why can’t he just fade into the background as he used to?‘ Genevieve wondered.

Anthony, facing rejection yet again, visibly struggled to maintain his composure, his expression betraying a mix of displeasure and effort to remain calm. Regaining his emotional equilibrium, he managed a light chuckle. “Another time then. It’s rather inconvenient with an outsider present.”

With a wave of his hand, he summoned the server, adopting the air of a casual host. “Please add another set of cutlery.”

‘As if I would leave them alone for a private moment, Anthony thought defiantly.

Genevieve, taken aback by his audacity, silently questioned, ‘How can he be so shameless?‘

we should call it a night, Mr. Fallon. I’m feeling a bit tired

stood up with a smile. “What a coincidence, I was just about to leave

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echoed by Anthony’s frosty interjection, “Let

silence enveloped the

gaze fell

Louis‘ offer,

and a

the stairs, she didn’t notice a protruding piece of wood

steadied by a strong force behind her, finding herself against a man’s firm chest,

hurt your foot?”

her, Anthony had already knelt down, gently

slightly, a hint of

ankle, she felt uncomfortable and attempted to pull away, but the pain

firmly, Anthony looked up, his voice stern. “It’s a sprain. You should

Genevieve’s countenance as she endured the pain and took a forceful step back. “There’s no need for your concern. I’ll take care

was not one to take no for an answer. Swiftly, he scooped

to wriggle free were futile as Anthony held her tightly, striding confidently toward his car.

Hoffman, put me down!” Genevieve

turned grave, his voice cold and commanding.

her in his car,

gaze in Anthony’s eyes, coupled with his furrowed brows, conveyed a mix of cold detachment and hostility. Addressing Louis with an air of dismissive indifference, he stated firmly, “Thank you, Mr. Fallon, but I’ve got

under control.”

narrowed his eyes and retorted, “I was the

so it’s

down, as the air grew

taking a step closer and exuding an icy demeanor, retorted, “Mr. Fallon,

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