บททั้งหมดของ Second Marriage to the Billionaire: Ex-Husband Begs Me Not to Go: บทที่ 251 - บทที่ 260

“You’re back early?” Aria came to meet him at the door, but Archer didn’t move. He didn’t even take off his shoes.“Finished with a client earlier than expected, so I came home,” he said. “Come out with me for a bit.”“Out?” Aria blinked. “Where to?”Archer gave her a look that was half-smile, half-smirk. “Just go get ready.”She nodded and headed upstairs, grabbing a coat from the bedroom before coming back down.He was still waiting at the door. When she walked over, he held out his hand.Aria’s face warmed as she placed her hand in his. There was something strangely meaningful about the gesture.He led her into the elevator and pressed a button—but instead of going down, they started moving up.“I thought we were going out?” Aria looked up at him. She was in flats, and even standing straight, she barely reached his shoulder.“You’ll see,” Archer said, giving her hand a small squeeze. After a pause, he suddenly turned to her. “Who sent the blue roses?”“...” Aria immediatel

Archer’s words, childish as they were, felt like a quiet admission—and that touched Aria more than she expected.For a man like him, someone who always appeared so rational and composed, to go through the trouble of transplanting over 999 roses and building a custom glass conservatory in such a short time... it wasn’t something trivial. It was a huge gesture.To Archer, doing something like this probably seemed unnecessary—a waste of time, money, and effort. And yet, here he was, doing it anyway.Aria lowered her gaze to the sea of red roses at her feet, then looked up at him again. To her surprise, he was already watching her. His eyes held a quiet tenderness, and though his striking face looked calm, there was an awkwardness about him—as if this was his first time trying something like this.“Thank you,” she said softly.She took a small step closer, hesitated for a beat, then slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself gently into his chest. Her face rested right

Of course it wasn't Christina who told her to buy a tie.What Christina suggested was a bouquet made of novelty condoms—each one in a different flavor. That, plus a matching set of sleepwear and lingerie from a boutique. Aria had taken one look and practically sprinted out of the store, cheeks burning. There was no way she could’ve actually bought any of it.And yet, as Archer watched her face grow redder by the second, he seemed to catch on. His brows lifted slightly, amused.Then suddenly, he stretched out an arm and pulled her into his arms, dropping both of them onto the soft rug. Aria stumbled forward and fell right against his chest.“What exactly did your friend say to make your face this red?” Archer asked, lips brushing against her cheek as he kissed his way to her ear.Aria trembled, clutching at the front of his shirt without thinking.He’d already taken off his jacket and blazer before entering the room. His sleeves were rolled up, the top few buttons undone. The casu

“You’ve got some nerve,” Aria said, her face flushing again at the memory. “What you sent last night was... totally out of line.”Christina, completely unfazed, replied, “Out of line? Please. You two are married! That stuff’s bound to happen eventually. And last night was Valentine’s—talk about perfect timing. I was just helping you two along!”She sounded completely confident, like this had all gone exactly as planned.In Christina’s mind, Aria was the heroine of a billionaire romance novel, and she was the quirky best friend whose sole mission was to play matchmaker and keep the story moving.Aria let out a laugh, half exasperated, half amused. “You seriously need to stop reading those novels. They’re melting your brain.”But her warning went in one ear and out the other. Christina had already moved on. “There’s an anime convention today. You in? I already got us tickets.”Aria let out a long breath. “...Fine. I’ll go.”—Archer hadn’t expected to walk into the old estate and

Archer’s face was like stone as he shot Anson a cold glare, then raised the phone to his ear. “Where are you?”The voice on the other end had suddenly changed—from Anson’s to Archer’s. Aria blinked in surprise, not sure how the phone ended up in Archer’s hands. And more importantly, how much had he heard?She hadn’t taken Anson’s words too seriously, but knowing Archer, she worried he might.He could be petty like that.“I’m at the anime convention with Christina,” Aria said, glancing across the crowd to see Christina snapping selfies with some cosplayers.“Where exactly? I’m coming over,” Archer replied, casting a sidelong glance at Anson, who looked like he wanted to disappear.Without waiting for a reply, Archer walked a few steps away and said again, this time colder, “Send me the address.”“What for?” Aria asked. “Didn’t you have guests at the house?”Her tone was cool, and Archer let out a soft laugh. His voice dropped, low and warm. “You really want me to stay and entert