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Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) 048
ADRIAN was seated in his study, the soft glow from his laptop screen reflecting against his glasses as he scrolled through emails and documents, occasionally pausing to type a response. The room was quiet, filled only with the faint hum of the air conditioner and the ticking wall clock. Across the wide wooden table sat Hazel, her legs crossed neatly beneath the chair. She alternated between scrolling on her phone and jotting things down in a notepad spread open in front of her, her pen moving with purpose as if she were organizing thoughts only she understood.The calm was shattered when the door burst open.“Daddy! Daddy!” Gabriel’s voice rang out as he sprinted into the room, breathless and excited. In his hands was a small pink Barbie doll and a matching pink comb, both clutched tightly as though they were treasures he had just discovered.Adrian looked up sharply.His eyes dropped to the items in the boy’s hands, and for a brief second, his fingers froze above the keyboard. Someth
Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) 047
HAZEL helped her brothers out into the cool evening just as their father’s car screeched to a stop in front of the house. Gravel scattered beneath the tires, the sudden noise cutting through the quiet street. Adrian stepped out almost immediately, his face lighting up when the boys spotted him.“Daddy!” they screamed in unison and ran straight into his open arms.Adrian laughed, crouching to gather them both, one on each side, their small hands tugging at his beard, pulling his collar, poking his cheeks as if to confirm he was real. Hazel stood a few feet away, a large backpack slung over one shoulder, watching the reunion with a small, satisfied smile.She waited until the excitement settled before walking closer.“Hi, Dad,” she said.He looked up at her, his smile softening. “Hazel, love. How are you this evening?”“I’m good,” she replied simply. “Can we get out of here now?”Without waiting for an answer, she turned and walked toward the car, already reaching for the back door han
Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) 046
“YOU are welcome, Uncle Val.”That was Hazel, her voice calm and measured, after the long, almost unnecessary introduction by her mother about the sharp looking young man seated at the dining table.Valentine turned fully toward her, a warm smile spreading across his face as he took in her composed posture and observant eyes. For a child her age, she carried herself with an awareness that was far beyond ordinary. He hadn't even experienced her display one yet, just the aura around her exposed that.“Thank you, Hazel,” he said gently. “You are such a smart kid. Keep that up.”Hazel smiled in response, but it was small and brief, polite rather than pleased. She nodded once, the way adults did when acknowledging a compliment they neither needed nor wanted. Then she turned on her heel and began to leave the dining area.“Where are my brothers, Mom?” she asked, pausing only slightly.Amelia dabbed her lips with a napkin before answering. “They are in their room. They should be done with t
Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) 045
AMELIA poured more tea into Valentine’s cup, the steam curling lazily between them. The dining table felt too small for the amount of excitement still buzzing in the air.“You are sure you don’t want more pancakes?” she asked, nudging the plate toward him.Valentine laughed, already reaching for another piece. “Big sis, if I say no, you will still force it on me.”“You have to eat it while it is still soft, my dear. Hazel didn’t wake up early to hear complaints later.”Valentine’s eyes widened. “Wait— she made this?”Amelia smirked. “Obviously.”He took a dramatic bite, chewing slowly, then placed his hand on his chest. “Wow. I have been eating cafeteria nonsense for years, and your daughter have been hiding talents like this?”Amelia rolled her eyes but smiled. “Just eat, my dear. You can give her your compliments when she gets back.”Valentine had a great deal, laughing. He almost spilled his tea.“You see?” Amelia said, lifting her cup. “They grow up so fast. One minute you ar
Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) 044
THE black SUV rolled to a smooth stop in front of the Harlow residence, its engine purring softly before going quiet. The gates had barely finished sliding shut when the front door flew open.Mrs. Harlow stood there, hands clasped tightly to her chest, eyes glistening as she stared down the walkway like she was afraid the image before her would vanish if she blinked.The driver stepped out first, moved to the back, and opened the trunk.Then Valentine appeared.He had changed. He now looked taller, broader in the shoulders, his once-boyish face now sharpened by years and distance. But the moment his eyes landed on the woman standing at the door, everything else fell away.“Mother,” he breathed.That single word broke whatever composure Mrs. Harlow had been clinging to.“Oh, my son,” she cried, hurrying down the steps, her arms already wide open.Valentine barely had time to drop his backpack before she collided with him, wrapping him in a fierce, trembling embrace. He laughed softly,
Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) 043
THE bar was dimly lit, the kind of place that swallowed secrets whole and washed them down with alcohol. Low music hummed in the background, something jazzy and slow, as if it knew men came here not just to drink but to unload the weight of their lives. Charles sat slouched on a leather stool, a bottle of beer already half-empty in front of him. Marcus leaned back comfortably, one arm draped over the back of his chair, while Julian sat opposite them, elbows on the table, eyes sharp and curious.They weren’t with women tonight. No laughter pitched too high, no perfume lingering in the air. Just three men, drinks sweating on the table, and a story begging to be told.Marcus was the one who brought it up.“So,” he said casually, lifting his glass, “let’s talk about this morning.”Charles groaned immediately. “Ah, come on, man. Don’t start.”Julian’s head snapped up. “This morning?” He glanced between them. “What happened this morning?”Marcus smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “You re
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