The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 123

Chapter 123: Her past

Daniel soon came out of the bathroom. His hair was wet, making him look absolutely breathtaking. Anya could not help staring.

"Instead of just looking, how about touching?" Daniel asked, and Anya looked away.

Room service brought their meal.

As Anya sat down to eat, Daniel couldn't help but notice the frown that seemed permanently etched on her face.

He watched her for a moment, contemplating whether to pry further into her mood or to let her be. But his curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to ask her what was bothering her. "Why do you keep frowning?" Daniel inquired, his voice laced with concern.

Anya looked up from her phone, her expression guarded. "I have a class reunion tomorrow," she replied tersely.

Daniel raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to her response than met the eye. want to go?" he asked.

"Do you

Anya snorted, a hint of bitterness in her tone. "No," she said flatly. "I'm not close to any of them. I don't know them that well."

Daniel studied her for a moment, trying to understand the source of her anger. "Did they bully you in school?" he ventured.

Anya shook her head. "No, I had friends," she said. "I was lucky, I never got bullied."

Chapter 123. Her past.

"Then why are you so angry?" Daniel pressed, genuinely curious.

As Anya handed Daniel her phone, his eyes narrowed at the screen, his grip tightening on the device as he scrolled through the messages. Daniel saw Vincent in the chats trying to get more information about Anya and frowned.

His blood boiled at the cruel words written about her; the taunts and jeers from people talking about Vincent and Anya rubbed him the wrong way. Daniel's jaw clenched as he watched Anya scroll through the high school reunion

on her phone.

chat

him, huh... How long did you date?" he asked, and Anya paused. She was not sure where he was going with this,

overwhelming surge of jealousy threatening to consume him as he sat on the edge of the sink

the force of his grip. The muscles in his jaw twitched with suppressed fury, his mind reeling with a

him this jealous. The mere thought that he once

Did he touch her?

to rein in the storm raging

the one on the phone earlier today?" he

way that man looked at

Her hair was already dry. She looked positively ravishing. He realized he

had to remain composed,

his jealousy, she

for a moment, willing himself to calm down. It didn't matter. He had her/ now.

to meet

hand over what was

out for me."

sound as though he

reached out a hand to gently touch her arm. "Hey," he murmured softly, his voice laced with a hint of concern. "You won't see him, right? For what ever reason, you won't see him,

Anya joked with a slight chuckle, but when he did not laugh, she stopped,

right?" Daniel asked,

a mask of indifference. "I never cared about what irrelevant people like them had

furrowed his brow, his mind racing with questions. "Was your relationship that deep? He seems obsessed; how did

"He has been my only boyfriend, but I can't say the same for you, who had flies, probably

anger, his fists

I have no right

to yourself?"

to the reunion?"

replied simply. "I have no interest in seeing

of Anya's past hanging heavy in the air between them. When they had finished, Anya rolled into bed, pulling the covers up around her. Daniel followed suit, slipping under the covers beside her and wrapping his arm around