All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex's Biggest Regret: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Kelvin shut the front door behind him, hoping that the frame would keep out what was on the other side. His heart pounded. While between them there existed space, as in an unpaid car, the detectives' thudding foot noises lagged back and climbed up the drive. Why? He slumped into an armchair and was compelled to lie back in it.It was that scary a moment that he could not shake his head, looking calm. He was scared yet determined. Was he aware that he was scared?He forced himself to take a breath, trying to bring his heartbeat back to some less panicked realm. Get it together,' he instructed himself. The second they figure out what is happening, I'm dead. Kelvin sat on the small end table, glaring intensely at his phone as he stood up. Adrian. He needed to call Adrian. He felt a flash of fear as he dialed with his fingers, each number a reminder of the danger at hand.The phone rang, but waiting made him get the creeps. Come on, Adrian, pick up. They might be at your doorstep any minu

"Are you sure you're doing the right thing, Lilian?" Doris asked over the phone, worry corrugating her tone. She had called to inquire whether they could spend time together—something they'd both neglected in the wake of Lilian's attack. Doris had been overseas in China when it happened, on an important work assignment, and hadn't returned until a few days prior.Lilian hesitated, lacing her flats by the front door. Her lips were clamped into a tight smile. "I'm sure. I think this is the best way to get over Chris. I mean—how else am I going to fall in love with someone else if I don't make myself available?"She'd admitted to the fact: those hesitant, uncertain kisses with Jack. Weeks, they'd been creating—banishing isolation, constructing hope—but only a brief touch had happened.Doris swallowed, thought. "Yeah, but don't you think you're rushing into this—how long have you known him?""Four and a half months," Lilian said, brushing a lock of hair from behind her ear. "But wait, why

Kelvin stood frozen where he was, his own face contorted by a jolt of shock. Adrian strolled along the twisting path, slumped shoulders, downward-glancing eyes darkening. He wasn't the confident, neatly dressed friend Kelvin was used to."I need to speak with you," Adrian said to him."Let's go inside," Kelvin said quietly as he pushed open the door to welcome Adrian into the living room. Kelvin cursed himself inwardly at the mess within—books lay scattered everywhere, cushions wildly scattered, and even the coffee table had been scratched from his mad searching session earlier. He felt a heat rise to his face. "Sorry for the mess." I, uh, lost something. Been searching for it all night."Adrian did not seem to listen. He crossed over to the window armchair and collapsed into it, his bulk seeming to fill out the worn cushions. His face was ghastly pale in the bad light, his hands shaking a little on the chair arms, fingers drumming a rhythm Kelvin knew all too well.“If you’ve got a d

What did Lilian really want? The notion nagged her like a voice that would not give up. Was she playing with Jack, or did she really want him? The boundary was transgressed too many times to be good for her. Even as certain as she was to finally break free from Chris, a gnawing part of her fretted that she was transgressing the boundary in the wrong direction.She didn't want to hurt Jack—especially if he was honest. But fear grabbed her: she was hanging on to him like a lifeline because he kept her from remembering Chris, and he kept the pain hidden.She tightened her grip on the steering wheel. Is it really that terrible? The reasoning kept going round and round in circles. Humans needed other humans to accomplish things of all varieties of labor. Some for love. Some for protection. Some to knock them down. Was it so awful to want Jack because he was giving her a break from grief?A horn honked somewhere behind her, surprising her. She had slowed down without even realizing it. She

Lieutenant Jack Macon fought his way down the rain-soaked alley, a clean path tonight that was wet. Water collected in the uneven cobblestone cracks, reflecting a shine that matched The Dome's sign's foggy brightness. Waiting at the metal door was a boy with an open cut, grimacing and spitting his cigarette ash onto the puddle.The door groaned, and Nat's face flickered in his mind. "I want Tom," whispered Macon as rain spattered and the crack of thunder ran across his face. All right.The look on Nat pulled at his eyes a bit before he nodded slowly and opened the door. "Lieutenant, I'll bring him, sir.".The instant he entered, Macon took in the lobby, its worn glamour absorbing, as the smell of stale velvet was mingled by wisps of stale tobacco. A hat-check girl spotted him standing there and halted on the step. Her eyes went wide, her professional mask blurring for an instant, before she rushed into the ladies' room in a flurry.Macon's lip curled upward in a bare smile. He had alr