The Billionaire's Mistake

Chapter 73

MISTAKE 73

Chapter 73: A much-needed talk

"Did they bully you, baby?" he began tentatively, breaking the quiet between them. "If they did, then you should definitely go. I will have you walk in like a star. Fifty bodyguards, eighty road clearers."

His words almost made her spit out her food.

"Road clearers?" she asked.

"They pat the crowd like the red sea for you," he said.

"Why would I want that?" Anya chuckled.

"For effect." He shrugged.

"I will look like a clown."

"You will look like a star. So, did they bully you?" he asked.

Anya shrugged, her expression unreadable. "Not really. I was just... ignored."

"Ignored?"

"They behaved as though I did not exist."

Daniel's heart clenched at her words, a pang of sympathy sweeping through him.

"Why?" he asked.

"I was a busy body. They would play pranks on people regularly. One time they took a prank too far and almost killed someone. No one was supposed to tell a teacher, but I told a teacher to call the police.

The firefighters came and got the girl out of the building before she ran out of oxygen. She survived, but she was in a coma for a few months. Her family withdrew her from school, and the students involved were reprimanded. Since then, they all agreed to pretend I don't exist."

wished he could erase the years of loneliness and isolation she had endured, to shield her from the pain of feeling like an outsider. His anger was

coldly,

not let them

a small smile tugging at her

behaving unusually. He would call her baby at any moment and touch her when he felt like

It was unsure what he was thinking about, but

had dipped below the horizon by the time Daniel and Anya made their way home, the sky painted in hues of purple and pink as dusk settled over the quiet

Anya's dependence on Daniel hung over them like a hovering cloud as they approached the

help but feel a sense of contentment wash over

parents first, with that she had opened her heart up to Wendy fussing over Anya, before they made

A much-needed

her to their bedroom, the familiar scent of lavender and vanilla

all his time there, only returning to his

home. While Anya took

we talk?" he

brow, a flicker of suspicion crossing her features. Every time he started a sentence this way, she knew something was about to

edge of the bed, patting the space next to him invitingly. Anya joined him, his hand finding

began slowly, choosing his words carefully.

future.

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suspicion creeping into her expression. "What about

for a while before speaking, "I

words. "Move? But why?" Of all the things she had thought he would say, this was at the bottom of the list. For some reason, she had never really considered moving out of

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she had said she hated him. "That's not it," she

for his house? It was the place where he ignored her the most, refused to have anything to do with her, and put her in a state of utter depression. When she thought

said coldly, her voice barely above a whisper. "That is the house you left me to stay in a lone day and night and even ignored me when I crawled on the living room floor in pain from

breath tripped in his throat; his eyes squeezed shut for a bit before he opened and stared at

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