Head Over Heels For His Billionaire Ex-wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

ROSY The mouthwatering aroma of pasta made me moan and flutter my eyelids open. I sighed and rolled over on the bed, yawning loudly. A smile appeared on my face as I stared at the plate of pasta on top of the drawer beside the bed. I slowly sat up and craned my neck. My eyes widened and a lump formed in my throat as everything that happened last night replayed in my mind. “What the… what the…” I gasped and looked into the duvet. I breathed out in horror when I stared at my nude body under the duvet. “Did you forget so soon?” He muttered and I looked up. Caleb’s eyes were fixed on me in amusement. “I… did we?” I stuttered and turned red, biting my lips in embarrassment. “You asked for pasta,” he smiled, waving at the irresistible plate of pasta. “Is it morning already?” I asked as I quickly swept the plate into my hands and dropped it before me, scooping a forkful of pasta into my mouth."We made love an hour ago,” he said, and I blushed harder at the way he said tho

ROSY Caleb was able to jerk the car to a stop before it fell into the pit. I gasped out in shock and swerved my head in his direction, wondering why he acted so rashly after I mentioned the birthmark. “What's wrong with you, Caleb?" I snapped. He cursed under his breath, ignoring my question as he slowly pulled the car back to the lane. “I'm sorry for losing control," he muttered, sighing loudly as he ignited the car and continued driving. "That isn't what we are talking about!” I snapped, narrowing my eyes as the thought of what he was hiding troubled my mind. "Who did you see the mark on?” He asked instead. I scoffed, glaring at him. "Is that all you have to say?” "I apologized already.” "I'm not talking about the accident, why don't you answer my question first!” I groaned out. "Answer mine first, then I will give you what you are looking for!” He snapped and I swallowed hard. Why the hell is he suddenly upset? I should be the one getting upset, not him! "Well… I can

CALEB I saw a smirk sneak into Katherine’s face when my father said that. My brows furrowed in anger as I glared at him as well as every other person in the waiting room. “I won’t marry her,” I replied, and Father’s face hardened as he slowly tore me into shreds with his blazing eyes. “Then count yourself off from my family, return my company as well,” he rebuffed and Grandma gripped his hand, shaking her head in disagreement. “No, no, James it hasn’t gotten to that. You don’t have to worry yourself; Caleb will marry the girl,” Grandma pacified, and I parted my lips to disagree, but the look I got from Grandma shut me up. I sighed loudly, threw a murderous glare at Katherine, and walked away. I left the building in a daze and slumped into my car, drumming the wheel as my head dropped lazily. My phone rang and I glanced at the caller’s ID. I picked up my phone and accepted the call, placing the phone on my ear. “What do you want, Mario?” I asked. “Congra

CALEB Staring at my reflection in the mirror reminded me of my previous wedding years ago. The expression on my face was the same as the one I had when I was getting married to Rosy. I was forced into marrying her just like I’m being forced into marrying this little witch. I swallowed hard and huffed out in anger, straightening a cuff that didn’t need the effort. “Whoa! Whoa! Look at that soon-to-be-married man,” Julius laughed, walking into my room. Casper and Kim trailed after him, grinning from ear to ear. I knew that the grin on their faces wasn’t that of happiness for me but mockery. They were all in dark tuxedos, which was the usual attire for the best men at a wedding. Casper’s raven hair was brushed back with some of the hair in the middle sticking out. I do wonder if he looked at the hair in the mirror before stepping out. Kim’s dark hair was gelled into a style as always, and Julius’s curly bangs, which swept across his shoulder, glimmered lustrou

CALEB The room was as silent as a graveyard as we sat around the large oval dining table, none of us uttering a word. I could tell how hard my mom was trying to sink into the drama that was playing out in the church. It was harder for her with the number of eyes glaring at her. Grandma was the first to make a sound by clearing her throat, her large accusing eyes fixed on my mother who kept fidgeting in her seat. “I respected the girl because you were the one who chose her for Caleb,” Grandma began, referring to my mother. My mom’s lips parted and slammed together in guilt. “Look at the disgrace that wretched girl has caused our family, she ruined our reputation!” Grandma spat, and Mom shuddered slightly, picking on her manicured nails. “No, no, grandma. You are getting everything wrong. Katherine’s family is the one getting the embarrassment,” Mom tried to defend herself, and Grandma scowled at her. “You think so? What are people going to think about the futu