Semua Bab Nelson de Vedra: The Outcast Billionaire: Bab 91 - Bab 100

It took a few minutes before my brain could process what Mom meant. Nothing made sense at first. But then, my face twisted when I finally understood.I didn’t know how to respond. I cleared my itchy throat. Romeo kept his head bowed low, seemingly too embarrassed to answer Mom. And who could blame him? He had been so flirty."See? This is exactly what I’m talking about! That’s one of the reasons I’m having second thoughts about allowing you two!" Mom shook her head, her eyes darting back and forth between us."If you could only see your faces in the mirror right now, you’d understand how much I dislike your reactions to what I just said. Maybe you think I’m being over the top just because you’re both of age. Sweethearts, I want you to deal with the issue with your mom first, Romeo. That’s where all of this will lead anyway. Do you understand me?" Mom’s long tirade ended in a firm tone."It’s not that we dislike what you said, Mom. We were just… surprised," I replied softly, keeping my

I had to fight every urge not to turn into a fire-breathing dragon and roast the maid who was shamelessly flirting with my boyfriend, who, by the way, looked like she was serving herself on a silver platter. God, it was so tempting to kick Romeo right in the balls. He wasn’t even paying attention to how that brazen woman kept wiping his chest with a towel. Maybe he liked it.The maid flinched, her eyes widening in shock when she finally noticed how close I was, too busy enjoying herself to notice me earlier.“What’s going on here?” My voice dripped with venom as I arched a brow, glaring daggers at her. Panic was written all over her face.“U-uhhh… Miss, Sir Romeo’s chest got wet… from the water,” she stammered, her voice trembling.I gave her a cold, mocking smile. “Oh? I didn’t realize wiping your boss’s chest was in your job description.” I made sure every word came out razor-sharp.“Sir Romeo was drunk, Miss… I just helped him drink some water,” she said meekly, bowing her head li

"Sweetheart, enjoy," Mom Edna called as a parting remark.I waved at her, watching the car drive away. She was the one who insisted on dropping me off at the hotel, where Romeo and I had agreed to meet.We were supposed to come here together, but Mom had other plans. She whisked me away to her favorite salon and boutique, insisting I had to look stunning tonight.She said I needed to be unforgettable—because tonight was special.One year. One whole year of being together... Loving each other deeply through everything.We’ve built dreams together—some we’ve already started reaching for, others are still waiting. Like, our plan to travel abroad one day.It hasn’t always been easy. We’ve fought—more times than I can count. Most of them were over jealousy. Romeo’s jealousy, to be exact. He flares up the moment someone glances my way.He always assumes every guy wants me, even if I don’t know them.I’d be lying if I said it didn’t wear me down sometimes. There are moments when I get so tir

My mouth fell open, and I stared at him. Romeo was the first to look away, his enthusiasm fading even more.“Maybe,” I said. “Love, it’s not a date—it’s just a reunion. There’ll be a lot of us there. Please, love, say yes.” I pleaded sweetly.I didn’t expect him to remember Diego’s name. He didn’t seem to care when we ran into each other at the hotel—but apparently, it stuck in his mind.“I’ll drop you off and pick you up,” he finally said, and my heart leapt with joy.I marched toward him, sat on his lap, wrapped my arms around his neck, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.“Thank you, love,” I said, beaming.“I love you,” he replied, his eyes locked on mine.But I immediately stood when I felt his manhood press against my backside. I awkwardly returned to the chair with a sheepish grin.He smirked slightly, though the weariness on his face was still visible.“Come on, love. Eat now so you can rest—and I can leave soon,” I said, forcing a smile.Good grief. Even when his whole body

My temper flared even more when I heard him laugh. I shot him a glare. "You think this is funny?!" I asked, irritated.He took my hand and placed it on the handle of the paper bag, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. I snatched it from him."I told you..." he started, but didn’t finish. He leaned in as if to kiss me, but I quickly pressed my palm against his lips."Told you what?!" I asked through gritted teeth.He grasped the hand I had over his mouth, his grin widening. "That... you're jealous..." he said, still holding my hand against his lips.He always got thrilled whenever I got jealous. Me? I couldn’t feel the same excitement whenever he got jealous. I didn’t even have the strength to smile. All I felt was fear, anxiety, and dread.I yanked my hand away and rolled my eyes at him. "I'm heading out!" I snapped, yanking the door open with a huff.Quickly, I composed my face before stepping outside to the two women, who were wondering why I’d taken so long."Roselyn, her