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.

out what it actually means, she looks away and clears throat.

to admit it, but the fact that she’s not in love with him makes me relax my tense

firmly nod. “In case you two get together, you better tell me so we don’t fuck things

I said, my feelings have changed.” She reaches for her handbag as

‘Cool.”

my eyes only on the article I’m reading, but I

doing this, but I can’t seem

and ruffle my hair, wondering if I’m acting this way just because of my breakup with Carmella.

she showed up here yesterday, I still don’t want to talk to 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

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something like that again? Even if she does, she won’t get too close. I never aght a day

why she suddenly left yesterday when she came all the way e so she

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up with my father. Patrick suggests we have lunch together and

we get to the restaurant of his choice, he pulls out a chair for me and says, “Even through

of the restaurant at my four bodyguards standing outside, thinking about how

assure him. Just pretend they’re not here.”

considering they re right there, keeping an eye on

I’m right where they can see me.”

at all times and considering the fact

with me. I don’t always do this, but

it because of me?” He points

as 1 think about Carmella. I’m not afraid of her, but I just don’t know what’s going on in her crazy head.

a nervous smile, Patrick says, “Im sorry I brought you to a simple restaurant when

most-

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

show you how grateful I am.” His face brightens