บททั้งหมดของ Head Over Heels For His Billionaire Ex-wife : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

CALEBI stepped out of the restaurant and glanced back at the doors, clenching my fist in fury.A part of me pushed me to get back into that restaurant and drag Rosy away with me while the other part urged me to go like she wanted.It could probably be for the best.“How did it go?” Mario asked behind me.I sighed and drew my eyes away from the doors.“Let’s go,” I muttered, caressing the spot Rosy hit me.Mario creased his brows at me before driving out of the environment.Everything kept replaying one after the other, strongly leaving a trail of mockery behind. Her words left a hole in my heart every time they echoed in my mind.Did she mean those words? Does she truly love him?She said she loved him, but her eyes said the opposite. It felt like she was begging me to stay, to take her away.Rosy was good at pretending, but I’m the only one who understands her pretentious behavior. She has been with me to the point that I know when she’s lying and when she’s being truthful

CALEBI threw a glass on the wall, ruffling my hair in indignation as the piercing sound of the shattering glasses echoed in the office.“How the hell did this happen?” I raved.Mario dumped the broken glasses into the trashcan before spinning around to face me.“I can’t tell, perhaps—”“Perhaps? You said that he had no funds, you assured me!” I snapped.“What if he got the funds from Rosy?” Mario muttered and I glanced at him.“Why in the world will he get that amount of money from her? Rosy just took up her position as the chairperson of Connor Group a few days ago, and they’re not even in a relationship,” I snapped, and he raised his brows.“There is something you’re not aware of yet,” Mario muttered and I looked at him.“What?”Mario took a deep breath and leaned closer.“Rosy just announced her engagement with Evan.”My throat knotted and my skin paled as dismay shrank my heart.I chuckled, rolling my tongue around my clenched teeth.“Is she?” I muttered, my eyes fix

CALEB I hummed softly as the ticking sound of the clock filled the room. The chair I was sitting on rocked back and forth, giving off a peaceful sensation. The short yet worthwhile moment that I spent with Rosy lingered in my mind, causing a smile to form on my face. I wondered what Evan could be doing to her at the moment. I couldn’t wait for everything to end so that I could get my Rosy back to me. I will do everything to get her back, everything. I nodded my head at the thought, swearing to do just as I had thought. The cause of Madam Helen’s death sneaked into my head and I began to wonder if Evan had a hand in it. If Evan has a hand in it then it will certainly lead me to my greatest fear. I hope I am not right and I also hope that I am. If my suspicions turn out to be true, then I will have another enemy to contend with. The door creaked open and Mario trudged in, staring down at the phone in his hand. “Evan isn’t home yet, thankfully,” Mario muttered and slum

ROSY I swiftly spun around and sighed in relief when Caleb sneaked in. He looked around before walking up to me. “The maids?” He asked. “I sent them out for a break; they won’t be back until tomorrow,” I responded. His brows raised as he stared at Veronica’s cold body. “Is she still alive?” He asked and I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know.” He plodded towards her and knelt beside her as he searched for a pulse. He breathed out after a while and looked at me “She is still breathing,” he muttered and my stomach churned. I wished that she had died. I didn’t want her alive, I wanted her dead. Everything that she said to me and all the secrets that I have shared confidently with her came bouncing into my eyes, making me break down into tears. I felt Caleb’s large hands wrap around me from behind. “It is okay, it’s just a matter of time,” he graced my neck with his hot breath. How can it be okay when the people you trusted the most turn around and hurt you ev

ROSYI poured coffee into the cup and slowly dropped the mug, watching him from the corner of my eyes.He dialed Veronica’s number for the eighth time since he got to the dining table. The phone rang without an answer at every end, he growled and threw the phone off, smashing it on the wall.“Is that Veronica’s name I see?” I muttered, making sure to avoid his angry eyes.“It’s none of your business!” He snapped before snatching the cup of coffee from the table.“Would you like some sugar?” I muttered, and the cup, which was already halfway to his lips, stopped.“Have I ever had coffee without sugar?” he muttered.“Forgive me but I’m just getting to know this other side of you.” My response made his brows snap in surprise.I scooped some sugar into the coffee and handed the cup over to him.He took it from me, his eyes still fixed on me.“Have you heard from Veronica lately?” he asked and my heart skipped.“No,” I replied, wearing a straight face.To his surprise, I didn’