Semua Bab The Billionaire's Second Chance At Love: Bab 71 - Bab 80

MILES: Due to being jet-lagged and the thing with her ex, I lost my grip and couldn't work further. Once we got home, I took a cold shower, had dinner, and cuddled her to sleep. We didn't discuss it because there was nothing to talk about. At this stage, it was healthy. When it became a problem was if she started acting differently. Moreover, the way she handled it again was exceptional. Showing me that Alan was her past and whatever she once felt was not in existence. Very early the next day, Meredith was still asleep when I got ready and left to meet Steele. She had to go to the office later on and start the proposal for the rest of the project since this was ninety percent covered. The ten percent should be finished before the end of the month. It was a smooth day in general. Five hours of going over every detail with Steele, with Zara serving us snacks every ten minutes and asking, “why didn't Meredith come along with you?” To make her happy, my answer was casual. “Zara, she we

MEREDITH: The night was terrible for me. I found it hard to sleep. The news and how calmly Miles took it didn't sit well with me. The next day, it was chaotic once we got out of bed. Miles checked his stock prices, and they weren't looking good. His conversation with Aarhus ended with him being asked to hold off on the deal until after the investigation. When he called Zara, it was the same response. I had to do something to help. After pleasantries with Neymar, I took out my phone from my handbag once Mile strode into his office and dialed Zara's number. “Good Morning, Zara. How have you been?” “Meredith, love. I am fine. I have missed you. How was your vacation? Spill all the juicy details.” I managed to drop my handbag and walk to the convenience, so Miles didn't accidentally hear my conversation with her. Even though he was in his office, I couldn't be too sure. That man was meticulous. Also, he warned me to focus on myself and not stress about what was happening. I still want

MILES: Her games were getting old, and knowing exactly her cards would make it easy to toss her out from the top floor. Once Meredith shut the door, I stood. “I will give you ten seconds to spill your rubbish and leave.” “Shouldn't you be looking for a way to get back into my good graces for the sake of your stocks?” “Six.” I checked my wristwatch, faking a yawn. “Someone from your household sold you out,” she rambled. “Two seconds.” “Miles, let's get back together. You know you still love me. I do. It was a mistake. What I did was a mistake.” She swayed her hips towards me, putting her hand on my groin. “You know you missed the sex.” “Your time is up. You wasted my time. Now leave,” I sneered. There was a time when her hands there would have affected me, but now it only felt like a rock was laid on my lap. “Get out.” Peeling her hand off me, I walked around to my table. She began to throw a tantrum, which I was in no mood to take. Dialing the telecom, “Mr. Kane, have Brandon c

MILES: If I could make her feel a bit of my pain, I would. When I stormed out of the car and my eyes fell on the pink BMW, I knew who it was. What the hell was Louis doing in my house, and who let her in? I walked with aggression and yelled at everyone. I wanted space. To be left alone. No drama. I had to think. How was I going to do damage control to the business? Opening the door, there stood Louis with innocence on her face and worry in her eyes. “Miles, I heard what happened and drove down here as soon as possible. I am sorry. The unsuspecting ones tend to turn out the worse,” she tried to console me. How distant her words sounded. “Are you any different? Get the hell out of here, Louis. I don't want to see you or your ridiculous car anywhere near my house.” For some reason, my eyes landed on her ring finger and I noticed that the engagement ring was gone. “What happened to your ring?” Was I serious right now? That had to be the dumbest question ever. What was my business if she

MEREDITH: Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, and weeks into a month. After that night, in which I refused to let Brandon drop me off at Miles's place, it has just been me and my tears. I had Brandon drop me off at an affordable hotel for the night. The last thing I needed was to be anywhere near Miles or his establishment, which would have constantly reminded me of him. After much quarreling, Brandon agreed and left me behind. I stayed two nights in the hotel, not going anywhere or doing anything. I didn't eat for those two days. I just wanted to give up, but I had to stay and fight for Christian. I managed to wake my weak self up, and what did I do throughout each day? Stare at the ceiling and cry. After two days, I called Brandon to bring over my stuff. I made sure I pointed out specifically the things that belonged to me. I left behind all that Miles got for me. Everything; the car, clothes, jewelry, shoes, and the rest. I wanted not