บททั้งหมดของ My Rich Billionaire Is Dumb. : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Dream….. Well, I can't because I'm currently dreaming because this feels real.Everything feels so real and I just don't want to classify that as a dream. Edward is just so sweet, and I just can't get enough of him. Our love-making process and….. gush!. We just showered each other with excess love. Taking in a deep breath, I decided to open my eyes to see the brand new day.Opening my eyes wide open…… I saw that the bedsheets yesterday are currently gathered at an end, and it has the stain of my blood. I sat down properly on the bed, and then I spread my hands wide open….. while yawning at the same time. I glared at my entire surroundings and didn't see Edward anywhere. 'Maybe he's inside the toilet like the last time I said to myself. Thinking about the fact that Edward might probably be inside the toilet. I decided to head straight to the bathroom, and then I took my bath. It felt somehow strange knowing that Edward didn't come inside the bathroom to seduce me. Immediately

I shifted my gaze towards the door with a wide smile on my face, and then I saw….. A young lady. She was the one who had escorted me and Edward to this hotel room yesterday.I quickly got my ass up from the bed….. and quickly made my way towards the door. Since the lady is here…. Then it means that she has good news that concerns Edward. The real reason why I didn't make a complaint to the police and the reason why I also didn't leave the hotel to go and visit Edward's mansion…… because I still believe that Edward might show up in the hotel room to probably come and pick up something….. and when he does….. I'll finally have the opportunity to talk to him. "Hi!". The lady greeted while extending her hand for a handshake. "Hi!". I return her kind pleasantries. "I want to….". "I know!". I replied while cutting her off from her statement. "You know?". She asked, and I nodded my head.Of course, I know that she's heard to tell me where exactly Edward is."So where is he?". I asked,

Immediately I made my last statement to the hotel owner….. I saw that he immediately became stiff.I can't blame him for driving me out of the hotel, and I strictly believe that he's just a hotel manager and not a hotel owner.I made my way out of the hotel room with my small white handbag. That's the only thing I carried while coming to the hotel. The cheque which Edward gave to me is still inside my handbag. I have a great urge to slap Edward with the check just so he knows that I don't sell my virginity.He took away my pride, and now he thinks he can get away with it….. but not on my watch. I'm glad that I had a court marriage with him. Edward had the guts to carry my marriage card alongside him…… and when I eventually saw him…… I won't hesitate to file charges against him. I have just a few dollars note inside my handbag, so I have to use my transport wisely.Of all times that something tragic could happen….. I still can't wrap my hands around the fact that something tragic

"Who…. Who the hell told you about the fact that I and Edward are no longer together?". I asked my Mom, without blinking my eyes. "Hmmm……. It's a long story. Besides you are my daughter, so I know about a lot of things that go around you". My Mom said, without glaring at me….. which of course means that she's lying. "Mom!. What's it that you know that I don't know?". I asked, using the most ridiculous English ever. "Cecelia!". My Dad called out my name in the cutest way ever. I don't even have the luxurious time to fall for anybody's cuteness right now, "Come on. You guys should spill whatever you are hiding out. Some ever forget that I'm your daughter okay….. so why hide some things from me". "Hey!.... We aren't hiding anything from me from your dear….!. We just overheard you while you were crying inside your room". My Mom quickly said, while denying the fact that she was not hiding anything from me. "How come you were able to hear me?. Because I was sobbing quietly…. So how c

"How did you know my name?". I asked while grabbing his wrist. "What?. Why are you asking such a question?". He throws a question at me, instead of answering. "I'm serious, Mister Man. How the fucking hell do you know my name?". I asked, and this time around I was already hurting his wrist."You know that you are hurting me right?. Please let go of me!". He yelled. I mean he yelled. "Fucking answer my question, before I start a fight with you". I declared, and if he thought that I was going to be scared of him….. then he's mistaken. "You seem brave….. If you had acted more brave back inside the club….. I won't have saved your ass and gotten cut up with you". He said, and his voice sounded mad. "Now let go of me!". He commanded."No!". I said firmly. I can't let go of him because he seems suspicious. "What do you want from me, Cecelia?". He asked, and this time around his voice was calm. "When and where did you hear my name from?. And who the hell sent you to spy on me?. Tell