Semua Bab A second Chance with my Billionaire Contract Husband: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Page was driving home, exhausted from a rather hectic day and longing for a relaxing, satisfactory dip in strawberry and rose scented bubbling body wash infused in warm water. Yearning for the evening's cool breeze to dance through her bouncy, long black hair, she turned off the car's air conditioner and pressed a button that made the roof of the car open. “This feels really good," she sighed.Her mind traveled back to the horrible trance she had and she shivered. For the record, she had always been an optimistic person, one with the stoutest of heart and detested every form of negativity, bad energy and contrariness. That her mind could picture such a horrible event scared her, she was appalled. Thinking back to it, she decided to assume that what played out in her mind actually happened, why the hell did someone not go after such a malevolent perpetrator? She asked herself.Refusing to let the threat Simon made get to her, she turned on some music and sang along with the artiste,

Rowan yawned, using the back of his hand to cover his mouth. Fatigue was written all over him in black ink that anyone who painstakingly looked at him could notice. He took a sip from his cup of Americano coffee and sighed, leaning back on his large comfy swivel chair so that his head and back were placed on it and his eyes were closed as he rested for a while. Not being able to sleep the previous night, annoyed that he hadn't heard Page's footsteps that was to signify her call had ended and she was heading to her room to go to bed, he opted to go through some documents in his laptop. He had kept himself occupied throughout the night, reviewing documents upon documents. During the early hours of the morning, he fell asleep on the sofa on which he sat, assuming a weird position. Apparently, that was the reason behind his aching neck.A knock sounded on his door. He was reluctant to move his mouth and body so he feigned deafness. The knock sounded again but he still didn't say anything

Will stood in front of the restaurant he had made a reservation for his first date with Page. It was a warm promising evening. He couldn't stop thinking about her and the undeniable attraction he felt towards her the last time they met and he was unmistakably sure that she felt it as well. With a deep breath, he walked into the restaurant after wiping his dark blue tuxedo with his hand as though there was a speck of dust on it. He had told one of his friends about Page, the lady he had his eyes on and his plan to ask her out and he had cheered him on.On the other hand, Page had agreed to go on a date with Will after confiding in her best friend. “Rowan kissed you passionately, had sex with you – oral sex and penetration – but acted like you were one of his many conquests and insulted you, calling you a desperate slut after giving him your virginity. No man would do that to a woman he really cares about or likes. Again, he had clearly told you at the very beginning that the marriage

Page stood on her three inches black heels with her hands in her pockets, unwilling to let her expression give away how shocked she was.“We meet again," the person said with a mischievous smile.Still, Page stood without talking or blinking, looking with disgust at the ungovernable lady that stood in front of her. With her heels, she was the same height with Irene who was on flats.Irene chuckled like a little brat and looked at Page.“What's with the outfit Mrs Cannon? Did my baby, Rowan divorce you?" She uttered in-between uncontrollable chuckles.Page took out her left hand from her pocket and glanced at her wristwatch. It was fifteen minutes to ten.“I have nothing to say to you Irene. Katherine, let's be on our way," Page said.“Why? You had a lot to say the last time we met," she scoffed.“Oh! Rowan hasn't probably told you about the relationship we shared," Irene said in an uncultivated manner.Page blinked lazily as though what she had just heard didn't stun her. Katherine wa

Page looked down at her dress in disbelief and scoffed.“Did this bitch just pour wine on my dress?” She muttered. Rowan moved to get up from his chair to put Irene in her place but Page used her hand to push him back down on his chair, stunning him with her strength. Page narrowed her eyes on Irene, glaring at her.“You poured wine on my dress," she scoffed calmly as if she was trying to process what had happened.“Can't you see? I did and I would do it over and over again, a million and one times if I have to,” she victoriously stated.“Really?" Page asked.Taking three strides towards Irene, she grabbed a half bottle of red wine from the bucket of ice that sat on the table beside her. Savagely, she turned the bottle over above Irene's head. She was bewildered. When Page had poured the entirety of the bottle's content on Irene, she smiled satisfactorily and dropped the bottle on the table closest to her.“Why did you do that!" Irene frustratedly screamed as she touched her dripping