Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 98

The next day dawned with clear skies, strands of sunlight streaming through Emily's curtain, which for her was like a blow to her psyche, due to the hangover she was experiencing from the night of partying.

-I'll never drink that much again. -She thought as she got up to go to the bathroom, but not before checking her mobile phone.

Twenty missed calls! And from Angelo, it can't be possible! -Emily jumped up and down, although her joy was dulled as she wondered, "Could it be that he likes me? Or is it to find out about my sister?

She contemplated the phone, considering not calling him back so as not to show her importance or to follow Mia's advice, to stay away from her sister's husband or ex-husband, although that word made her remember him so well that it was as if she saw him in her

room.

-I'm going to ring him just once, and if he doesn't answer, I'll turn the phone off. -I'm going to ring you just once and if you don't answer, I'll turn the phone off.

The phone rang once and twice and three and four times, but Emily was unable to hang up until the call went to voicemail.

-It's better this way, I shouldn't get into trouble. She held the phone and almost threw it away when it lit up, ringing, the caller ID showed "brother-in-law".

She let it ring twice so as not to seem desperate, the third time the phone wouldn't connect, she should take that as a sign. Emily persisted until she heard: -Hello, hello?

In a split second she considered a thousand things to say to him and the only thing that came out was "hello".

what happened was that I got confused with Señora Mia. -Angelo spoke in a hoarse voice, as if his throat had been rubbed with

a bit of a pain in the a*s and she ruined the time we were having a good time. -Emily groveled, proving that she really liked it

ashamed of you, I want you to forgive me and to convince you I'll invite you to

Mia's fault. As for lunch, I really don't like that restaurant they call the best in town, I've been there a couple of times and I'm always left hungry and broke. People seem to go there to take photos to upload on social media to be vaunted. I prefer somewhere else. -Emily spoke, clenching her

special place, the food is delicious, although it's not luxurious.

me up? -Emily

window through which she leaned out and I could see that she covered her face with both hands to hide her surprised reaction. It can't be,

to get down to her car. Emily put on a short, black dress that highlighted her figure and slipped on a pair of shoes with a lace-up heel that made her look taller and her

she got into the car, she remembered that she ran into the bathroom, picked out her sexiest dress so he couldn't miss her, Angelo opened the door of the late model

car, they barely talked about expletives, avoiding any topic to come up about Ximena, they arrived at the fast food stand, a small booth set up on the side of a car park, with a sign that bordered on plagiarizing the logo of a restaurant chain. -Don Angelo, how nice to see you," the cook, waiter and manager greeted him, "it's beautiful that you brought this beautiful lady

glass cutting their teeth. Angelo decided to intervene by stating the obvious: -no, Don Ronald, she is not the same lady, she looks a little like her, nothing more, she should go to the oculist to have her eyesight checked. -What a shame, you're right, I should make an appointment with

me two

good tastes, so the food here must be delicious. -Emily formulated this to try to turn the

burgers as she does because of their pretty little mouths with

hold it kind of sideways, but she did it with a beautiful little face

with small hands and a small mouth because what she grabbed would seem big to him. -Emily tried to go on with the talk, even though she was left with the bitter taste of Angelo's change at the memory of his sister. -I should also be visually

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