บททั้งหมดของ Head Over Heels For His Billionaire Ex-wife : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

ROSY She backed away, her eyes wide as saucers. Her body was as cold as ice when I touched it. “You…you dug into my private life?” She stuttered, trying so hard to retain her breath. I chortled and slumped back into the couch then picked up the teacup. I spilled the cold espresso, wrinkling my face in disgust. “Darn it, the espresso your staff served is already cold. Tell her to make another one,” I ordered, smirking evilly. She stared at me in disbelief as her lips shook in anger and fear. “Get out,” she breathed out. I raised my brows in surprise. “Get out?” I chuckled, “Fine, I will just have to upload these pictures onto the internet. It will be tagged ‘CEO of one of the famous apparel companies in Sicily caught cheating on her husband.’ No, no, I think I’ll pick another headline, ‘Mother of two and wife of a renowned artist, Melinda Alejandro was caught cheating with a minister.’ No, let’s make it more captivating…” “Shut up!” Melinda screamed and tore the pictur

ROSY“What’s with all these decorations?” I asked as I approached him.He stopped twirling the glass and looked in my direction.“You’re late,” he teased, smiling sweetly.I glanced around the place and noticed that it was silent as a graveyard. There was no one there aside from the both of us.“Why’s everywhere so silent?” I muttered, my eyes roaming around the place.“I rented the whole place, I wanted us to have as much privacy as possible. Something tells me that whatever you want to say must be a piece of confidential information,” the smile never left his face as he chattered.I rolled my eyes and sat down.Caleb chuckled and took a seat, his brows curved up as he ran his eyes over my body.“Hmmm…you look beautiful in that dress,” he muttered and leaned closer, “Did you dress up like this just for a casual meeting, or do you have something else in mind?” his breath fanned my face as he whispered.“Stop the flirting, you know how much it disgusts me,” I sneered with d

ROSYI held my phone against my chest as I paced around the room, anticipating Caleb’s call. The call finally came through and I sighed in relief before accepting it.“You need to prepare your answers because you might be summoned to the station for questioning,” his voice quavered as he spoke.“Shit! What has his death got to do with me?” I cursed.“You were the last person Martino Silas called, you’ll possibly be tagged a suspect .”I ruffled my hair and leaned on the crème wall.“What do I do? What do want me to say? I can’t tell them why Martino called,” I groaned loudly.“Brace yourself, just search for any reasonable answer you can give. Don’t fidget or act suspiciously or else your name will remain on the list for suspects for a long time.”Caleb’s voice sounded hoarse and throaty, did he get a sore throat?“Do you have a sore throat?” I blurted out before I knew it.There was a long pause from him before a chuckle was heard.“Are you suddenly caring about my healt

CALEB I sighed when I didn’t get any positive response from the police officer before me. “There are security cameras in the corridor, I’m sure of it,” I repeated. The officer nodded, staring down at a file on the piled-up desk. “The cameras were broken down that night, and when we repaired it today, we discovered that the CCTV footage of last night had been deleted,” he finally answered my question and looked at me. “Why are you so interested in this case, Caleb?” He asked. “I am a friend of the man, and that man had vital information to pass to me, but he was murdered a few hours before our meeting,” I said, telling a half-assed lie. He raised his brows in surprise. “But what business do you have with the financial secretary of Connor Group?” I sighed and leaned closer. “You won’t tell anyone will you?” I asked. He cranked his head in a thinking posture. “No, I won’t.” I glanced around surreptitiously before talking. “He wanted to tell me how to make Rosy

ROSY My belly fluttered when he pressed his lips against mine. I felt shivers run down my spine as he fought his tongue into my mouth. His hands snaked around my waist, and he pulled closer to me, pressing his body against mine. Shouldn’t I be pushing him away? Why the hell am I letting him do this? It felt like my senses returned to me as I ended the semi-intense kiss and pushed him away from me, panting heavily for breath. He smiled mischievously as he locked my eyes with his. “Did you enjoy it?” He muttered and a deep frown creased my face. I lurched forward and slammed my fist into his chest then pushed him roughly. He staggered back but didn’t fall to the ground. “You rascal!” I spat, glaring venomously at him. “My mom kidnapped me when I was coming to you,” he sighed and I blinked, repeating the words he said so that it sinks into my head. “Your mom did what?” I asked. He stopped staring at his hand and looked at me. “My mom kidnapped me to stop me from gett