บททั้งหมดของ Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

FLORENCE’S POVI ran a fingertip down the guest list, double-checking every name, but my mind kept slipping back to Jade. To her threats. Her smug, unbothered smile.Now that she knew my father was out, she might actually try something herself. Granted, she didn’t know which hospital he was at, but it wouldn’t take her long to find the information. Jade had a way of getting anything she wanted out of anyone. I needed to be careful.I dropped my pen and picked up my phone to call one of the guards Raiden had appointed to watch my father. He picked up after two rings. “Miss Hart.” “Hi, Antony, just checking in; is everything alright with my dad?” “Yes, Miss Hart. Your father’s been stable, and we’ve had no disturbances.”I exhaled slowly. “Amazing. Thanks, I’ll see you at night, as usual!” “Sure, Miss Hart, no problem.” Hanging up, I let out a sigh of relief. My world outside might be muddy and chaotic, but at least I could still control some matters in the office. I leaned back

FLORENCE’S POV“Mason!”He didn’t move.Panic surged through me. My hands hovered over his body, unsure where to touch, where to check. Oh God. Had he hit his head? Was he breathing properly? Was his pulse normal?For one terrifying second, my mind spiraled—What if he dies? Should I call an ambulance?I pressed two fingers against his pulse. Steady. Strong.I let out a breath.Okay, Florence. Think.He was just passed out. Drunk out of his mind and lying in cold, wet clothes. That meant he needed to get warm.I clenched my jaw and reached for him. This was not an act of care—this was basic human decency.I ran to the living room and pulled my rug from under the coffee table. I carried it to the bathroom and hoisted him up, dragging his dead weight onto the floor rug. He groaned softly but didn’t wake. Stupid giant.He was still fully clothed, and his soaked dress shirt clung to his body. He was going to catch a cold if I didn’t get him into something dry.I hesitated.This was dang

FLORENCE’S POVRaiden didn’t take me to a restaurant.Instead, he rented out an entire terrace of a five-star hotel that overlooked the city skyline. The moment the elevator doors opened, my breath caught in my throat. The grand staircase leading up to the terrace was lined with flowers—deep red and ivory roses, flickering candle lanterns placed along the steps. The soft hum of jazz music and the scent of delicious food welcomed us. I turned to Raiden, arching a brow. “Do you always do this for girls?”He smiled, easy and warm. “Only for you.”I searched his face, trying to gauge how serious he was. The way the lights reflected in his dark eyes, the way he stood so comfortably in his own skin, made it hard to doubt him.Still, this… this was too much.I hesitated at the base of the stairs. “Raiden… you didn’t have to go all out like this.”“I know,” he said simply. “But I wanted to. You deserve this, Florence.”I had to admit, as over-the-top as this was, it didn’t feel insincere.

RAIDEN’S POVMy heart broken, I threw myself into making Blackwood PR a force to be reckoned with in the industry. I earned my father’s approval and, more importantly, secured high-profile clients like Mason Whitehill, or rather his company, Eternity. He was my biggest client. A man I respected because, like me, he had broken away from his father’s company and built something of his own. He had more money than most people knew what to do with, but he used it well. Despite occasionally being stubborn, demanding, or erratic, I knew it came from a good place. I thought I knew him well. I thought we understood each other in a way. But it wasn’t until one evening at a business dinner that I realized just how little I actually knew about him.Mason was absent, which wasn’t unheard of. The man had a habit of making last-minute decisions. But as I sipped my whiskey, his subordinate, who had had too many drinks, leaned over with a piece of information. “Can you believe he’s not here becau

FLORENCE’S POVOnce the movie was over, my phone buzzed. Annalise had privately replied to my picture of the skyline: “I’m so jealous of you, I can’t even breathe!!!”I rolled my eyes at my phone, but a smile tugged at my lips.Instead of replying, I called her.“I’m coming over. Want anything?”“Um, yes, bring all the leftover expensive wine, cheese, lobster—” “Anything else, miss? A Ferrari? Ownership of a resort in Dubai?” “Sure, bring those too!” I shook my head and laughed. ***Fifteen minutes later, I was curled up on her couch, drinking wine from a coffee mug.Raiden had dropped me off before heading back to the office to handle something urgent. I had offered to come help, but he insisted on letting me relax. Annalise was grinning at me, Chinese takeout food in one hand, her chopsticks poised mid-air in the other. “So,” she said, eyes gleaming. “Tell me everything.”She knew, but I told her anyway. About the flowers. The dinner. The way he looked at me.She nodded along