All Chapters of Second Marriage to the Billionaire: Ex-Husband Begs Me Not to Go: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

"We agreed on a family dinner. I arrive to find three strangers added to the mix. Since when did the Williams family become part of the Duncan family? I agreed to a family dinner, not a matchmaking setup. I'm hanging up."Archer hung up coldly, giving Grace no chance to explain.Grace stared at her disconnected phone, a sharp pain stabbing through her chest.But no one could control this son of hers—not her, and certainly not even his father or grandparents could keep him in line.Now they could only take things one step at a time....The taxi stopped outside the hospital. As Aria got out, she heard a car approaching from behind. Looking back, her heart nearly stopped.Archer's Range Rover had followed them and was now parked next to the hospital.Aria watched nervously as the engine turned off, but there was no movement for several minutes."Aria, let's go." Rachel and James had also gotten out of the taxi and were calling to her."Oh, right." Aria glanced once more at Arch

The sudden jolt made Aria's heart skip. When the car finally stopped, she realized where they were—a construction site behind her hotel where they'd cleared land for some new laboratory building. The ground was torn up and riddled with potholes, completely abandoned after dark.Archer unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for her waist. Click. Her seatbelt released.Before she could process what was happening, he'd lifted her onto his lap, his seat sliding back to give them room.His hands settled on her waist, warm and possessive. "Are you mad at me?"Every angle of Archer's face looked carved from stone, his expression dark enough to be genuinely intimidating. He flicked on the dome light, golden shadows playing across his features."You walked right past me like I was invisible. Oscar-worthy performance," he said, his grip tightening as he pulled her flush against him, eliminating any chance of escape.Heat radiated from his thighs beneath her. His hand drifted up to trace her ea

Before she could read it properly, Archer snatched the card away, his expression turning arctic as he scanned it."Oliver Saunders? His cousin Quinn Sterling is actually worth something."Quinn Sterling didn't have much of a relationship with the Saunders family. Quinn's mother hadn't come from money, but she was a standout graduate from Harbor City University. Her beauty and international education caught old Mr. Saunders' eye—he thought she was gorgeous enough that Quinn's father fell hard for her, leading to marriage.But Quinn's father had only been drawn to her looks—the man was a serial cheater. Once she got pregnant with Quinn, he started sleeping around. Luckily, old Mr. Saunders was still alive to keep his son somewhat in check. When the patriarch died and Quinn turned eight, though, his father moved his mistress and bastard child right into the family home. Quinn's mother filed for divorce, left with nothing, and took Quinn with her.She raised him solo. Even as a teenage

Coming here with Archer tonight, even though it was past the dinner rush, the waiting area outside was still packed with tables full of people."Look at this crowd. Maybe we should try somewhere else?" Aria said. She'd been excited when Archer brought her here, but seeing the masses of people killed her enthusiasm.She couldn't make Archer wait in line with her. This was a man who got impatient during leisurely French dinners, someone who enjoyed VIP treatment everywhere he went. Making him stand around hungry felt wrong.Just as she was about to drag him away—Harbor City had plenty of other great steakhouses—a server in a crisp black uniform with red trim and a peaked cap approached them respectfully. "Mr. Duncan.”"Is Ethan’s private room available?" Archer asked."Yes sir, right this way."As the server led them through the restaurant, Archer squeezed Aria's hand and explained, “Ethan owns this place. He keeps a private room for himself so he can always get a table. When he's

When Aria opened her eyes, Archer was already dressed and sitting beside the bed.Since it was Sunday, he'd skipped the business suit for a crisp shirt and slacks. His long legs stretched out casually, one ankle crossed over the other—every inch radiating effortless elegance.His lean fingers were gently pinching her nose, the clean, masculine scent of his soap lingering on his skin.Aria felt heat creep into her cheeks."Why are you up so early?" Her voice came out muffled from under the blankets."Need to swing by my parents' place." Seeing her completely buried, Archer tugged the covers down.Aria clutched the blanket tighter and burrowed deeper, still feeling self-conscious.She caught that he'd said "parents' place," not the family estate where his grandparents lived.She could guess what this was about. Last night's blind date setup had clearly been his parents' doing, not his grandparents'. After the way Archer had probably humiliated the Williams family, his parents wer