บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

I had Nova transferred to another hospital after that episode, knowing she wasn't safe. Whoever that man who attacked her was, I knew they would return. I had to keep my wife safe and away from them. I sat beside my wife's hospital bed, watching her chest rise and fall with each gentle breath. She was finally sleeping, thank goodness. The past few hours had been a blur of police reports and hospital tests, but at least she was safe now. Safe from all the stress and finally at peace. As I watched her sleep, I reached out to remove the stray strands of hair from my face. My heart ached to think that I would have lost her had I been a minute late. That man would have killed her. “I'm sorry.” I leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead before I sat back in the chair, taking her hand in mine. Deep down, I felt I was the reason for everything that had happened to her. Even though we didn't know who the attackers were or why they wanted her, I had this hunch that it had something to d

NOVAThey discharged me two days later, allowing me to return home after two weeks of being in the hospital instead of the initial promised one week. After the attack at the hospital, Dashiell transferred me to another hospital. This time, he didn't let anyone know my location, not even his secretary. He wanted to avoid the episode he walked in on, with the man trying to strangle the sweet life out of me, something I couldn't debate. The timer went off, causing my focus to return to the present. It was noon, and I was preparing lunch for my kids. Since I was hospitalized, I have only been able to speak with them twice. I didn't call them like I promised on the day they attacked me because of how my voice sounded. Dashiell said I would only scare them off with the voice instead of quelling their worried heart, and I listened to him, knowing he had a point there.I had just switched the cooker off when the doorbell went off. "I'm coming!" I yelled, wiping my flour-covered hands on my

“She's back!” Benita nearly tackled me to the floor the moment I stepped into the office a week later. Dashiell was serious about not letting me work until he was certain I was healthy enough to do that. Yeah, I had to lie in bed for the entire week before he let me work, something I had been gritting my teeth over. It didn't help matters that Brion supported him for once, droning about my security and how much I needed to rest. It felt like they both collaborated on the matter, but I knew that couldn't be true. With their temperament, the only thing they would agree to was a duel to determine the strongest among them. “I missed you!” She added, hugging me so tight, and almost forced the life out of my body. “Girl! Don't do this to me again!” She placed her head on my chest, acting like a baby. Of course, that was what she was, a baby. “I'm back now, aren't I?” I smiled at her. Though we had times we disagreed on something and moments when her childish ways got to me, I couldn't t

I was in a daze throughout the day. I wanted to argue, to tell him he had no right to say those words to me, but I couldn't shake off how genuine he sounded when he looked at me, barring his soul, so I could see how well he meant by what he was doing. Not for the first time, he made me feel guilty, knowing I was playing with his feelings while he wasn't doing the same. He was trying to be the best lover ever, but I realized it wasn't my fault. He made me feel this way about him, and it was his payback. Now that I had gotten his love and a share in his company, I knew it was time for me to step up the game. Having that in mind, I decided to make our last sexual encounter the best for him, knowing it would be the last time I ever got intimate with him. I thought about it for a long time before choosing the scene. Dashiell stood nervously over the counter, looking at me. He tried to avoid my gaze, but couldn't do that, not with how I leaned on the counter, pushing my breasts out.His

It took a moment for me to actually do that. I relaxed, moaning when he hit a particular point, one that caused my toes to curl and made me arch my back.He positioned the head of his sex at my arsehole making me whimper with need. The swollen head of his dick popped into my anus, and he uttered a gasp as he waited for me to adjust to his cock in my arse. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered, placing a kiss on my back.It took him a short time to get his manhood fully sheathed inside me, and he was soon pulsing quickly in and out, looking down between my legs at his big, slippery cock and my stretched pink hole. It was a mesmerizing sight to see, one that almost left me speechless.I didn't know I would enjoy having someone fuck my arse. It has crossed my mind more than once, but I never actually thought of it, always associating fucking in the arsehole with pain. Yeah, there was pain. One that almost made me regret letting him touch me there, but when the pain subsided, the pleasure w