The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

hapter 69

Dominic

After Vanessa’s question, I instantly feel stupid for asking such a thing, so I look to the side and clear my throat. “If you don’t want to tell me, just go.”

She sighs, coming back to me and sitting down on the couch across from me. She places her handbag on the other seat, leans back, then crosses her legs as she touches the sides of her neck for a few seconds with her eyes shut. I don’t know why she’s doing it, but it reminds me of yesterday and everything that happened while we stood in front of that mirror, including her ass coming in contact with my crotch.

It’s only when she begins to speak that I snap out of it

“I’m going to meet Patrick. He was my boyfriend in high school I only recently reconnected with him.”

“Are you two a thing again?” I hold my breath and I don’t even know why.

“Why would you ask me that?” She raises her eyebrows.

I clear my throat. “Just answer the question.”

She sighs. “No, we’re not

She then tells me all about him and how she plans to help him through my father–in–law,

“I see. Are you still in love with him?”

“What’s wrong with you?” She narrows her eyes as she glances at me, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward.

“Don’t look so surprised that I’m asking you such questions. I need to know That way, we’re on the same page with how to hide this from everyone around us.” Even as I say this to her, I don’t believe it myself.

“No, I’m not in love with him. My feelings have….changed.” Just for a second, she looks at me and I spot the same intense look from yesterday.

I can make out what it actually means,

she’s not in love with

firmly nod. “In case you two get together, you

for her handbag as she rises to her feet, facing the

‘Cool.”

to the door again, I try to keep my eyes only on the article

doing this, but I can’t seem to give

hair, wondering if I’m

her. What’s there to say? It’s over between us. It’ll take some time for me to get used to it, but I’m not changing my mind. I’ve experienced just how manipulative

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get too close. I never aght a day would

it, I can’t help but wonder why she suddenly left yesterday when she came all the way

essa

up with my father. Patrick suggests we

choice, he pulls out a chair for me and says, “Even

thinking about how they’d be even more d

I assure him. Just pretend

re right there,

where

times and considering the fact that you’re Mrs

say that.” I chuckle dismissively. “It’s my decision to just have them with me. I don’t

because of me?” He

it soon fades as 1 think about Carmella. I’m not afraid of her,

to a simple

most-

need to apologize. I don’t mind at all I give him a warm smile.

really wanted to show you how grateful I am.” His face brightens up.