THE BILLIONAIRE’S REGRET: MY EX-HUSBAND WANTS ME BACK のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

ELOISE’S POV.“What?” I ask, aghast and he furrows his brow as though confused by my question.“Our lunch got ruined yesterday due to her allergy attack so I figured it’d be good for the three of us to eat together today.” He calmly explains in his usual casual tone and my heart splits into nineteen halves.He’s not to be blamed for this.The only person who should take the blame for the pain and disappointment I feel right now is me. Me and my stupid heart that keeps having high expectations from Klein even though I very well know he feels nothing for me. It was stupid of me to have assumed he was inviting me over so we could have lunch just the two of us and enjoy some quality time together. That was clearly not the case.Without saying a word, I picked up my purse and phone which I had dropped on the table earlier and started towards the door.“Eloise. Why are you leaving?” Klein asks as I walk past him, his confusion evident in his tone, but I don’t stop walking. I keep my gaze an

ELOISE'S POV.Her smile returns to her lips and fresh terror stabs me all over my face. It suddenly hits me that I’m picking a fight with the wrong person. Without another word, I withdraw from her closeness and march up the stairs with blood boiling in my veins like hot magma. My entire frame is shaking with indignation and energy and when I step into our bedroom, I slam the door behind, causing Klein to give me an alarmed look.“Eloise, what’s the matter?” He asks and I fly over to where he’s standing and it takes all morals and respect for him to not give him a solid slap across his face before I start talking.“Really? You asked Jasmine to stay for dinner?”“She said she was hungry so I asked her to stay and leave after we’ve had dinner.” He narrates in his usual unperturbed tone and I feel my frustration mount to the highest level. I pinch the bridge of my nose, shut my eyes and release a long, ragged breath to try and calm my nerves but that fails woefully. By the time I open my

ELOISE’S POV.“Jasmine!” Klein calls and from his tone and the speed with which he’s walking over to Jasmine. I can tell he’s just as stunned as I am by her audacity to open our bedroom door and walk in without being asked to do so. “Jasmine.” He calls yet again as he stops in front of her. I’m still sitting on the bed, too shocked to move an inch from here.This girl really is out to destroy my marriage.“Yes Klein.” She answers in a nonchalant tone that has me wishing I could fly over and give her the beating of her life without being stopped by Klein. She’s such a bitch!“You just saw yourself in immediately after you knocked without any of us granting you the permission to do so. This is our matrimonial bedroom, Jasmine, you can’t do that. You can’t just walk in here as you please.” Klein cautions and I wish he could do that in a much firmer tone than the one he’s using with Jasmine. That woman needs to be scolded. In fact, she needs therapy because this is not normal behavior.“

ELOISE'S POV.“You made breakfast today?” Klein asks as we both make our way into the dinning room.“Yes, I did.”He takes the head seat while I take the first seat on his right. Our eyes meet and my stupid heart starts beating fast. Why is it beating fast? It’s not supposed to do that. This man has hurt and disregarded me in every way possible and my heart is supposed to be cold as ice for him, not hot and unstable.“You know you didn’t have to. It’s the duty of the chefs to prepare our meals.”“I wanted to do it. Besides, I don’t want your mother getting mad and scolding me again today.” I point out and he stays silent.“You two are here already.”Jasmine’s annoying voice dances into the room before she walks in, followed by my mother-in-law and they both take their seats on the table. We all exchange good morning greetings even though what I receive from my mother-in-law is nothing more than a grunt, but I don’t care.“Klein… guess what?” Jasmine asks enthusiastically.It has begun

ELOISE’S POV.“I don’t understand. Rejected? How? When? Why?” I give a quick glance at my wrist watch and the time reads nine thirty am. I look back at their melancholic faces. “We’ve still got thirty minutes before we pitch our proposal so why are you telling me it has been rejected?” I ask in genuine confusion and Ward, who gave the announcement, steps forward and lets out a heavy sigh. My heart is beating out of control as I wait for him to give me an explanation.“Forty-five minutes ago…” He starts. “Miss Bradfords’ secretary came into our office space and asked us to join the others in the conference room. We were confused as to why we were being summoned to the conference room when it wasn’t time for the pitch, but obeyed regardless. When we got there, we were told by Miss Bradfords that we had to pitch our proposal immediately. We were all taken aback and tried explaining to her that it wasn’t time yet and that you would be coming in a bit late and even the higher ups knew and