All Chapters of The Arrogant Billionaire's Redemption: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amused brown eyes peered at me, and I folded my arms in mock anger, suppressing the smile that insisted on breaking free. “So you have time now, right?” I finally let the smile split my face, the relief of seeing his familiar grin dissolving the restless thoughts that had been clawing at my mind. When he kept staring at me with raised brows, I waved his question away. “Don’t worry, I’m not murdering anyone just yet.” “Your hair.” He pointed with his chin. “You let it down.” “My hair band got lost in transition,” I muttered, smoothing it self-consciously. “You look good.” His tone had shifted, stripped of playfulness. “Thank you,” I said, smiling softly at the unexpected weight of the compliment. “No really, you look beautiful.” His eyes held something unreadable, something that made my pulse falter. “Uhh… thanks?” My confusion deepened as I noticed his fingers twitching on the desk over and over, like they were trying to hold onto something invisible. A few seconds passed bef

Black eyes shone in the dark office, staring at me. An unblinking gaze at first—pulling me in, locking me in place, somewhere between hatred and longing, fear and awe. My chest tightened, every instinct telling me run, but the thought of breaking away felt impossible. “I should get up, get as far away from his gaze as possible.” The thought struck sharp and urgent, but my body betrayed me. It was as if the cold from the polished floor had seeped into my bones, leaving me frozen in my squatted position. My legs ached from holding still so long, a dull throb spreading through my thighs, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. Not while he stared at me like that—eyes squinting slightly, like someone trying to decipher a riddle. He blinked. Once. Twice. His eyes stayed closed a little longer the second time, lashes resting against his cheeks. Then he shifted, pulling his hand out from where it had been squashed beneath his cheek. He flexed his fingers, shaking them lightly, coaxing blood b

The click-clack of my heels followed me with every angry footstep I took toward the elevator. The sound echoed down the corridor like a drumbeat, sharp and accusing, keeping rhythm with the heat swirling inside me. My jaw ached from the grind of clenched teeth, my shoulders pulled tight as if ropes had knotted them into submission. How could he? The thought slammed through me again and again, each repetition dragging more anger into the pit of my chest. Simon’s words still rang in my ears, cold and threatening, as if he had personally twisted a blade into the fragile thread of control I’d been holding onto. I stabbed at the elevator button with unnecessary force, but just as the metallic doors slid open, I froze. The thought of stepping into the bright, crowded office floor with my emotions boiling like this was unbearable. The last thing I needed was prying eyes and whispers feeding on the storm I could barely contain. On second thought, I turned on my heel, redirecting my path.

Simon's POV The laughter spilled out of me before I even realized it—loud, unguarded, the kind that leaves your chest vibrating afterward. When it finally ebbed, I caught Tina’s eyes, narrowed and suspicious, as if my amusement was an insult. “Did I say something funny?” she asked, her voice hesitant, like she wasn’t sure whether she’d crossed into dangerous territory. I waved a hand in front of my face, still grinning, trying to swat away both the embarrassment and the strange giddiness bubbling in me. This is exactly the kind of emotional loss of control Mother always warned about. The thought hissed in my mind, irritating in its accuracy. I shoved it aside, forcing myself back into composure. “You were saying,” I said, shifting my tone into something cool, fixing my eyes on Tina with mock seriousness. She studied me for a beat, her lips pressing together in a way that told me she wasn’t entirely convinced I was paying attention. Still, she sighed and pulled out her phone, scro

The moment Simon brushed past me, it felt like lightning had cut through the room. He moved with such speed, beating me to the door before I even realized what he was doing. In seconds, he was gone, the slam of the door rattling the walls and echoing in my ears like a gunshot. My mouth fell open. I stared at the closed door, the sharp bang replaying in my mind, leaving behind a ringing note of disbelief. What irritated me the most wasn’t just the slam—it was his command. Simon had told me to clear his schedule for an entire week. An entire week. After what I had just endured with the secretary of Greld Company’s chairman, that command felt like a cruel joke. Minutes of gruesome torture over the phone had finally led me to secure a confirmation for their much-anticipated lunch. The secretary had clearly enjoyed stretching it out, amused at my expense, as though Simon employing a female secretary were an absurd novelty. Every word she spoke dripped with condescension, each question ab