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

was not sure where he was going with this, but she still answered. "The first two years of

threatening to consume him as he sat on the edge

edge of the table tightened, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. The muscles in his

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

Did he touch her?

he fought to rein

the one on the phone

He was no fool. He recalled the way that man looked at

He realized he wanted

he had to remain

he displayed his jealousy, she would

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

meet you? Why?"

I should hand over what was

out for me."

though

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

seem jealous?" Anya joked with a slight chuckle, but when he did not laugh, she stopped, and they stared at each

Daniel asked, his voice tight

a mask of indifference. "I never cared about

questions. "Was your relationship that deep? He

for two years, and we broke up because I found that he was talking a lot about me," she explained. "He has been my only boyfriend,

a surge of anger, his fists clenched

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

listening to yourself?" Anya

to the reunion?" Daniel asked quietly, his voice softer

head. "No," she replied simply. "I have no

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