Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 231 - チャプター 240

Cassandra’s POV “To us!” Dillon said, popping the champagne cork.“To us!” I cheered. It was our first official night with me living at Dillon’s, and we were celebrating the event with champagne and roasted chicken.Moving into Dillon’s house was surprisingly easy. I actually didn’t have to bring much, since I liked most of Dillon’s furnishings. Besides, I’d been living at my parents’ estate, so I didn’t really own any of the furniture there anyway.The majority of my stuff was my clothes and shoes, along with some photo albums and some books. Dillon was great though. He told me I could get rid of anything I wanted and replace it with anything I chose. He wanted his house to feel as much my home as his.I wasn’t in a hurry though. For now, I was perfectly comfortable.Except for his god awful bedroom furniture. It was clunky and masculine. That had to go asap. “I can’t believe it,” I said, as Dillon poured the champagne. I really couldn’t. It had all happened so fast. Sometimes I

Cassandra’s POV I took a bite of some slop I didn’t recognize on the side of the plate. But as I put it in my mouth, both Laura and Dillon hollered:“No, Cass.”It was too late. My tongue damn near exploded. I felt like there was fire in my mouth.I started coughing.“Oh shit, Cass. Those were the chili peppers. They’re like a garnish. You just ate an entire spoon full,” Dillon said, handing me a glass of water.Tears welled in my eyes from the heat. My cheeks burned. I was pretty sure my throat was closing up.“Here, take some of my water too,” Laura said, also passing me her water. Then she waved over the waiter. “Can we get some milk please? She just ate the chilis by accident.”The waiter scurried away. “Are you okay?” Laura’s face was sympathetic, but I felt like an idiot. Who eats an entire spoonful of burning hot chili peppers. My tongue was on fire.“Jesus, Cass,” Stella said. “Your face is beet red.”I slammed back some water, and forced a smile, but the whole thing only

Cassandra’s POV “Should we have wine? Let’s have wine,” Stella said as she perused the menu. “Two glasses of your chardonnay,” she told the waitress. The waitress nodded. “Actually, no. Make that a bottle. We’ll split a bottle, yes?” Stella asked, looking at me. I chuckled. “Why not?” I shrugged. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and Stella and I were having lunch. We’d both been so busy the past week and I felt like we hadn’t had a good talk in a while. So we agreed to meet and have a long, leisurely lunch to catch up. We saw each other at work every day, of course. But it wasn’t the same. “So…tell me. How’s it going with Dillon? I still can’t believe you moved in with him.” I smiled. “It’s great,” I said. “Really great. I was practically living there anyway. Besides, I couldn’t live at my parents’ house forever.” I filled her in on the details about living with Dillon. And she told me all about her house hunt wit

Cassandra’s POV “Oh, hi Cassandra,” Laura waved at me.I stopped dead in my tracks. Was I really seeing what I was seeing? Laura was splayed out on an air mattress, in a bikini that left little to the imagination. Her glossy black hair shone in the afternoon sun.“Did you have a nice lunch with Stell?”Stell?They were on a nickname basis already?“Sure. Um, where’s Dillon?” I asked.“Just a minute. I can’t really hear you.”She started paddling her hands in the water trying to come to the side of the pool. But she wasn’t getting very far. I watched her with narrowed eyes.What the hell was Laura doing, clad in a bikini, in MY backyard? “Oh, the heck with this,” she said. In one, fluid move, she rolled off the air mattress and into the water. I watched as she swam underwater to the side of the pool. Then she emerged, all wet and shiny, like a fucking mermaid.“Woo, it’s still a bit chilly,” she giggled, hoisting herself up over the side of the pool.Her nipples poked thro

Cassandra’s POV I scanned the crowded coffee shop for Lisa. I caught her eye and she waved at me. I motioned that I was just going to grab a coffee before I came to join her. She nodded. With my coffee in hand, I sat down with Lisa. “I assume this meeting is about my sister?” Lisa said, cutting right to the chase. I chuckled. I appreciated how ‘straight to the point’ Lisa was. She was a woman who got shit done, which was why I was really hoping she’d choose to join my team after her internship with Stella. Honestly, Stella and I were both warring a bit to win over Lisa. We both adored her and she had quickly become an asset to Hot House Flower. She was currently undecided though if she wanted to join my team in fashion design, or Stella’s team in the business acumen of the company. “It is,” I nodded. “Is she behaving?” Lisa asked, blowing on her latte. Steam billowed up from the mug. “Yes,” I replied. I found