บททั้งหมดของ Rejected by the Tycoon: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Beatrice I woke up later than usual after a dream in which the three of us were playing tennis, appearing like a perfect and happy family. It irritated me. I didn't want to go back to the past, as I've been there and it wasn't pleasant. Nevertheless, I tried once again and insisted, and I can say that the attempt was almost as terrible as the previous one.The insistent ringing of the doorbell worsened my mood even more. I put on a robe over my black silk nightgown and went to answer the door, feeling reluctant. It was only when I reached the hall that it occurred to me that the person could be Edward, coming to drop off Timothy. A familiar chill in my stomach and an increase in my heart rate made me pause for a moment and take a deep breath. I needed to calm down and not let my ex-husband realize that, even against my sensibility and rationality,

BeatriceSince our long and passionate kiss in the kitchen, I had been deliberately avoiding Edward. Besides feeling guilty for betraying the man I was in a relationship with, I had taken an extreme risk, veering into a dangerous path. I was being cowardly by running away, but I thought it was best for all of us. I already knew where that would lead us, and I wasn't willing to go through the suffering it would cause again.The word that summarized my feelings was temptation. Edward had always been and still is my weakness. I wouldn't allow myself to be dragged by emotions to the point of suffering again for him. So when Timothy returned to the kitchen, I sighed in relief and left them eating their sandwiches while I returned to my room. Before anything else, I removed all the flower bouquets from the living room, leaving only the red roses, the ones that had moved Timothy so much. I thought he might want to keep that memory of his mother. The other flowers were a strange and unwanted

Beatrice Sometime later, when we returned to the garden, several people were enjoying the mild summer weather outside the property. They chatted animatedly and watched children run and play.I engaged in conversations with some people I knew, mostly relatives of Edward with whom I grew up during my childhood and adolescence. I also encountered some old friends, with whom time and distance had separated.Soon, Sebastian approached from where I was, displaying a broad smile upon seeing me talking with Maggie, Abigail, and Edward's mother, while Timothy played in the garden with other children."Hello, beautiful ladies!" he greeted us enthusiastically. "How are you?""Sebastian!" I responded with excitement. "I'm so happy you're getting

Beatrice I was once again in Edward's arms, completely surrendered to his kisses, melting as his hands roamed all over my body. It was wonderful to have him holding me firmly, as there was no certainty that my legs could prevent my literal fall in the face of such eagerness and passion.But at that very moment, the reality of what we were doing insinuated itself through the fog that was clouding my thoughts, and with great reluctance, I pulled my lips away from his."We can't, Edward..." I said, even though our mouths were still too close to each other."We shouldn't," he agreed, but his mouth was once again taking possession of mine.I wished I could be stronger, but Edward's silly smile before kissing me knocked down all my defense

Andrew I took one drink after another, trying to bury my frustration. It wasn't the first time I saw her leave that way, and it deeply bothered me. Even with all the problems we were facing, I shouldn't lose sight of her.My eyes frequently sought out Abigail, something that deeply bothered me as well. I tried to convince myself that the fact that she was friends with Beatrice and might have a clue about her whereabouts was the real reason for my insistence on searching for her with my gaze. But these thoughts were dangerous and wrong. I was dating Beatrice, and regardless of the disagreements between us, I owed her respect.Memories of the tumultuous polo afternoon flooded back into my mind. The moment when Beatrice's horse had bolted, left her defenseless and visibly terrified. Even though I had implied that I didn't know