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

How long did you date?" he asked, and Anya paused. She was not sure

consume him

with the force of his grip.

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

Did he touch her?

to

the phone earlier today?" he asked, and Anya

a person like this on the cruise. He was no fool. He recalled the way that man looked at his wife during the cruise. He wanted Anya back. This

Anya. Her hair was already dry. She looked positively ravishing. He realized he wanted to be the only one to see

to remain composed, for

jealousy,

closed his eyes for a moment, willing himself to calm down. It didn't matter. He had her/ now. It was better if that Vincent knew his place and stayed

wants to meet you?

hand over what was in the

out for me."

as though he

concern. "You won't see him, right? For what ever reason, you won't see him, right?"

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

asked, his voice tight

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

relationship that deep? He seems

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,

anger, his fists clenched

you saying I have no right to ask?" he

you listening to

go to the reunion?"

she replied simply. "I have no interest in seeing any of them

Anya rolled into bed, pulling the covers up around