The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 297

Patric remained silent for a moment, then let out a deep sigh of relief. “It’s easier said than done. Dad is stubborn, and changing his mind is like trying to move a mountain.”

“Are you afraid of Patric challenging you?”

Grace patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you plead your case. Besides, he may be able to control your marriage registration, but he can’t control who you fall in love with. In the future, you can do as you please. Just don’t go overboard and keep it public.”

Patric pondered over her words and realized they made sense.

The two of them continued walking and chatting, and before they knew it, they were approaching the gate.

Grace suddenly looked around and was alarmed. She had forgotten something important.

“Oh no! I was so engrossed in our conversation that I forgot about Abigail She said she would wait for you at the entrance of the ancestral hall!”

Frowning, Patric asked, “Did she follow us?”

“Yes, she said she was worried about you.” Grace wondered if she should go back and find her. “Abigail always keeps her word. She probably won’t leave without you, unless…”

Their expressions turned serious as they simultaneously thought of the same possibility.

Patric turned around and swiftly ran back towards his villa, with Grace following closely behind as they descended from the mountaintop.

Abigail had just finished packing her belongings and walked out of the villa.

luggage?”

Patric hurriedly approached her and asked, “What are you doing with your lugga Abigail lowered her head, feeling a bit guilty. “I’ve been causing trouble for Mr. Patric these past few days. It’s been almost a month since Peter’s cheating incident. The internet has long forgotten about it. It’s time for me to move back to my own apartment.”

Patric tightly clenched her wrist and sn atched the suitcase from her hand. “I don’t agree!”

“Mr. Patric! You have no right to stop me from leaving! You and Miss Grammer have divorced, so our agreement is void!”

Abigail was also getting a bit annoyed. It was the first time she spoke so defiantly in front of Patric.

Patric pursed his lips and his face turned cold.

Abigail didn’t argue further. “She’s right. Our lives are so different. I’m not worthy of you at all. I was just a rented fake partner. I shouldn’t have been sincere, let alone hold you back… I…

Before she could finish her sentence, Patric stepped forward and forcefully pulled her closer, pressing his lips against hers, cutting off all her apologies.

An ambiguous atmosphere enveloped them.

rushed into the villa, she witnessed this intimate

comfort and helplessness, realizing that it was time

kiss ended with Abigall struggling to break

one who was tempted first, and I should be the one to apologize. Last night… You were under the influence of Chinese medicine. I

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like that… But 1…”

night, he had carried Abigail back to the villa. Originally, he intended to help her take a shower and find

by the drug, and she

his lack of control, his

all these years, but finally, under Abigail’s softness, he

desire.

last

blushed instantly, feeling

much, Mr. Patric. I won’t use such a thing to threaten you. Let’s pretend it

with anger. “You! You sc umbag, you seduced me, and now you’re denying responsibility? Don’t you want to

“Huh?!”

What!

the usually elegant and noble Third

She was taken aback.

dark, and his ears

“Or what?”

it was our first time, why don’t

and

her neck. “Where do you think you’re running off to? Patric does not take relationships lightly. Since we slept together, I will take responsibility for you till the

“But…”

“No ‘buts”!”

gaze

obstacles in the future. You won’t be alone anymore. I will pamper and love you.

a

thought she had closed her heart tightly after Peter’s cheating incident, Patric had managed to find his

be cherished, loved, and have a place she could call home-those were things she had never dared

you be a little less

voice choked

her

“I’m afraid…”

would sink too deep, unable

was afraid of enduring a more severe blow than Peter’s betrayal, falling into an even deeper abyss of

guessed her thoughts and chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, I’m

him cautiously, “But Mr. Patric, think it through. Do you really want to be with me? I’ve never seen my parents or had any information about them. I was