บททั้งหมดของ MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

RAYMOND'S POVComing back to my apartment after the courthouse, I realized just how empty it was. No food, no groceries—everything was gone, thanks to my time away in Paris. The fridge hummed quietly, a stark reminder of my negligence.I grabbed my phone and pulled up the list my modeling agency had sent me. They were strict about my diet, especially now that I was their top face. The list was full of organic, unprocessed foods—nothing fun, but necessary to stay in shape.Sighing, I knew I needed to go grocery shopping. I couldn't put it off any longer. I double-checked the list: kale, quinoa, wild-caught salmon, organic chicken breast, fresh berries, and a variety of vegetables. No shortcuts allowed.As I headed out the door, I made a mental note to hit the gym later. The demands of my career were relentless, but I was determined to keep up. Stepping into the bustling streets of Manhattan, I felt a mix of exhaustion and resolve. Paris had been incredible, but it was good to be back.

JOCELIA'S POVI woke up from my nap to find several messages from my father, each one more urgent than the last: "Call me ASAP." My anxiety spiked as I read them. Failing to win against Sylvia in court through Julia had already put me on edge. I needed something solid to present to my father, something that showed I was still in control.I hoped that by getting Sylvia kicked out of her apartment and her company evicted from their rented space, I'd score a significant victory. It might be enough to make Sylvia leave Grayson and New York altogether. Davenport just needed to stick to his end of the deal.I quickly checked my phone for any updates from Davenport, hoping he hadn't let me down. No messages yet. I sighed, trying to calm my nerves. This had to work. I couldn't afford another failure.I got up and made my way to the bathroom sink, splashing cold water on my face. It felt refreshing, snapping me out of the grogginess from my nap. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, taking

SYLVIA'S POVAfter the shock of the day, I finally got back home with the kids. I glanced over at Zendaya and asked if she was still shaken up from the incident earlier. "I'm fine, Mommy," she reassured me, though I could see the remnants of fear in her eyes.I helped them out of their uniforms and set to work preparing dinner. Beverly was coming over, so I wanted to make something special. While I was cooking, the kids pitched in, and we made a batch of guacamole and chips together. Zenith was in charge of mashing the avocados, while Zendaya helped with the chips. It felt good to focus on something positive and fun, despite the day's earlier chaos.After helping the kids with their homework, I let them unwind with a bit of TV while I retreated to my study to catch up on work for the new clients coming in. It was nice to have some quiet time to focus, and I made decent progress.Just as I was wrapping up, my phone rang. It was Beverly,"Hi, I am just grabbing my bags now annd heading

SYLVIA'S POVGrayson said, “Alright, we can move in with me until you find a new place for you and the kids.”I nodded, "Just until I find a new place." I was standing in my apartment, holding Zenith’s hand. Grayson raised his hands slightly, signaling it was no trouble at all. Zenith’s face lit up with excitement, and I couldn’t help but smile. Seeing him so happy, I noticed how much he resembled Grayson, especially when he smiles.Grayson took out his phone and made a call. He asked someone to come over and help us pack. I thought it was odd that someone from his team was already nearby. Maybe it was his driver, Paul, I mused.I turned to Zenith and told him to start packing up some things he wanted to bring with us tonight. I’d join him shortly. As the kids ran off to their rooms, a man walked up the stairs. I recognized him as the person who saved Zendaya from getting hit by a car at school, and also the same guy who helped her when she was lost at the park.I greeted him, curious

SYLVIA'S POVI stepped out of the car and looked up at the Lockwood mansion, taking in its grandeur. It had been six and a half months since I’d last been here, and it was just as magnificent as I remembered. The large garden, the elegant fountain, and the impressive walls of the mansion seemed untouched by time. Everything about the house exuded a timeless charm.As I admired the view, the kids tumbled out of the car, their eyes wide with wonder. “Mom, it’s so beautiful!” they exclaimed, running around the garden.Grayson, went to the trunks of the car. He called out to Paul, asking him to help with the bags. “Paul, can you give me a hand?” Grayson said, gesturing towards the trunk.Paul came over, and together, they began unloading the bags. I watched as the kids continued to explore, their excitement palpable. It felt good to be back, surrounded by the familiar comfort of the Lockwood mansion.I called out to the kids as they came running toward me. We walked together to the front