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, but she still

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

edge of the table tightened, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. The muscles in his jaw twitched with suppressed fury, his mind reeling with

him this jealous. The mere thought that he once had Anya, his Anya, filled him with

Did he touch her?

fought to rein

one on the phone earlier

no fool. He recalled the way that man looked at his wife during the cruise. He wanted

ravishing. He realized he wanted to

knew he had to remain composed,

he displayed his jealousy, she

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

wants to meet

should hand over what was in the safe.

out for me."

sound as though he

touch her arm. "Hey," he murmured softly, his voice laced with a hint of concern. "You won't see him,

he did not laugh, she stopped, and they stared at each other. He

won't, right?" Daniel asked,

back, her face a mask of indifference. "I never cared about what irrelevant people like them had to say," she replied

furrowed his brow, his mind racing with questions. "Was your relationship that deep? He

broke up because I found that he was talking a lot about me," she explained. "He has been my only boyfriend, but I can't say the same for you, who had flies, probably flings,

a surge of anger, his fists clenched at

Are you saying I have no right to ask?" he

to yourself?" Anya

to the reunion?"

"I have no interest in

meal in silence, the weight of Anya's past hanging heavy in the air between them. When they had finished, Anya rolled into bed,