Semua Bab Impregnated By The Billionaire: Bab 101 - Bab 110

After pushing past a few people, Vincent reached the spot from where the view was much clearer.What he saw took his breath away.An aggressive woman stood in between the blonde woman and that hulk of a man, a broken beer bottle in her hand as she glared up at the male with nothing but disgust and wild confidence Vincent had never seen before. Her eyes looked just as fierce as her glossy ginger hair. While her own attire screamed corporate, the way she held the bottle up and against the man, almost poking the craggy part to his chest, said a lot about how bold she was.Vincent was instantly a fan.“You’re messing with the wrong man!” the man growled back before wincing, hard, when she pushed the bottle more into his chest. “Fuck! Are you insane?”“Exactly!” the woman snapped, an air of mighty pride around her. “And before I actually lose it for good, you should leave.”The man snarled. One of his minions stepped forward with an annoyed expression. But before he could do or say anythin

Vincent helped her sit on the mattress before moving back and hovering over her with his hands on his hips. “Now, stay here. Do not. I repeat. Do not move.”Claire frowned. “Wait. Why can’t I move?” That made little sense to her.“Because I need to leave for work, and it’s impossible to keep an eye on you when you’re running all over the place. You’re so accident-prone, Claire. I’m amazed you don’t have a Guinness World Record on your name yet.” With another iconic roll of his eyes, he moved back to the walk-in closet and came out only when he had changed into a pair of black slacks and a blue shirt.“I need a phone.”Startled to find himself face to face with the devil’s incarnation herself, Vincent huffed out. “Fine.” Taking a step to the side, he simply walked past her.But she wasn’t quite done, was she?Following him out of the room, she continued to babble. “I also need some new clothes. And probably a car, just so you know, if I need to go somewhere and you don’t want to be bot

“Grandma!” Claire greeted cheerfully and threw her arms around the old woman, squeezing her in a warm hug. “I genuinely thought you stood me up!” she pouted. Yet, at the same time, she also sighed in relief.After Vincent left for work, the first thing Claire did was use the landline and make a call to Grandma.For now, she really hoped Vincent wouldn’t forget about all the things she had asked for.A new phone being the most crucial one.Once grandma agreed to teach her how to cook and lend a hand to prepare a surprise dinner for Vincent, Claire went straight for a shower. Only to realize, for the thousandth time, she didn’t have any extra pairs.In her whole life, she had never encountered such a scarcity of clothes. And never had she regretted the decision to drop everything like a freaking hot potato. She could have at least grabbed some clothes before the entire runaway thing.With a frustrated groan, she folded a towel around herself and headed straight for Vincent’s closet. Pul

Once a black Mercedes pulled up in the driveway, Claire felt her heart might jump out of her throat.For the past two hours, she had been sprawled on the couch in the living room with Jane Austen’s Persuasion on her thighs. Focusing less on the pages and more on the wall clock. After grandma left, she went upstairs for another quick shower and changed into a fresh T-shirt from Vincent’s closet. It was black. And this time, she even used one of his ties as a hair band and secured her wild hair with the help of it. Overall, it turned out pretty decent if you ask her. Besides, if he hadn’t taken her words seriously until now, maybe the lack of clothes for him to change into would help to make up his mind.She could only hope for the best now.Abandoning the book on the couch she had been sitting on, Claire pushed her bare feet to the floor and stood up with the speed of light. The knots in her stomach tightened as she waited for him to appear through the doors, nervousness playing havoc

Not smiling, but not seething either. He seemed to be stuck in the middle of being mad at what she did on the day of their wedding and putting everything behind them. After all, her reaction was only a reaction to his action. He was responsible for crossing that very thin line that no one had the right to. No one. Not even her father.Claire swallowed deep in her throat before she allowed herself to lean back and lift her face until she was facing the ceiling. She groaned. “I don’t know?”Silence.After what felt like an eternity, Lucas spoke again. “What did he do?”“He moved on!” she was quick to complain. “How could he?”“So?”Claire couldn’t help but frown. “So?” She couldn’t believe he was taking this so lightly. “You think that’s not a problem?”“Why do you think that’s a problem?” he spoke again, sounding just as cool and unbothered as earlier. “Why does it even matter if he has a girlfriend or not? It’s not like you can…”Before he said too much, he clamped his mouth shut and