Semua Bab Second Marriage to the Billionaire: Ex-Husband Begs Me Not to Go: Bab 481 - Bab 490

“I just called Aaron. He said he’s busy helping Melvin with his homework. Seriously? Do his parents just not care about that kid and dump him on Aaron? I mean, at this point, what difference does it make if Aaron gets married or not? Even if he wants to stay single, he’s basically raising Melvin like his own son.” Ethan pulled the cigarette from his lips, ground it out in the ashtray, and checked his watch with a snort. “It’s only eight-thirty and he can’t even come out? Tsk.”Since he couldn’t smoke anymore, Wesley popped a candy in his mouth. “Can you at least get your grandma to tone it down a bit? Mine showed up today and nagged me for over an hour. My ears are still ringing.”“Tone it down for what? Once the wedding’s set, your grandma’s gonna find out anyway. This was bound to happen,” Archer said coolly.That shut Wesley right up. He shook his head. “You two move fast. How long has it even been? Don’t tell me… you’re expecting already?”Aria’s cheeks flushed.What?They ha

Ronald was so quiet it was almost infuriating, and with that calm, unreadable face of his, he was perfect for this kind of game. Even Archer couldn’t figure out what was going through his head.So after a few rounds, Ronald still hadn’t lost once.As for Wesley and Ethan, singing was second nature to them. It didn’t count as a punishment at all, so even when they lost, they went up and sang without hesitation.They played several more rounds, and soon Wesley, Ethan, and Ronald seemed determined to team up to take Archer down.Unfortunately for them, Archer was too sly to get caught. He didn’t lose a single round. Even Aria lost twice and had to sing two songs.Archer glanced at the time. “It’s getting late.”“Last round!” Ethan said, pulling out his phone. He sent a group text to Ronald and Wesley: ‘If we can beat Archer, tonight will be worth it.’The plan got immediate approval.But after just one turn, Archer saw right through their little alliance. He raised an eyebrow, pla

“Then sing me a song to help me fall asleep,” Aria tried a different approach.He let out a quiet laugh, rubbing her back in slow, steady strokes. “Aren’t you a little too old for lullabies?”Aria’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Archer, don’t play dumb.”He patted her back again, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head. “Stop fussing. Go to sleep.”“Archer!” she huffed. It was such a small request, and he still wouldn’t agree. That only made her more annoyed.No matter how many times she called his name, he didn’t answer.Lifting her face from his chest, she found him lying there with his eyes closed, looking for all the world as if he had drifted off.She didn’t believe it for a second. He was faking.It was just one song. Was that so hard?Fine, maybe he didn’t sing for outsiders—but she wasn’t an outsider. She wanted to hear him.It wasn’t just about the song. She was in a romantic mood, and she wanted to know what it would be like to hear him sing a love song to

Couples always ended up having little spats now and then. Later, looking back, those arguments seemed so trivial that she could barely remember what they had even been about. But in the moment, she simply couldn’t help herself.He had spoiled her for so long that she had gotten used to having her way. The moment things didn’t go exactly as she wanted, she would sulk. Without even realizing it, her sulking had become a way of acting cute.Being loved and pampered like that felt wonderful—warm and safe.But thinking about how childish she had been last night and again this morning, Aria’s cheeks heated with embarrassment. She felt a twinge of guilt toward Archer. Maybe she really had been a bit too willful lately.…At the Duncan Industries.Archer faced Mark, who stood in front of him seething, his expression openly disrespectful. Archer’s own face remained calm; he had already guessed why Mark was here.“I’m not going to France,” Mark said in a low, cold voice.Archer’s long fi

“Hm?” Archer heard a trace of shyness in her voice. He had no idea what she was about to say, but figured it was something he’d enjoy hearing. He straightened up in his chair, turning his back to Mark so that he was facing the floor-to-ceiling window. Through its reflection, he slowly adjusted his suit jacket.“Sorry I didn’t say goodbye this morning. And…I love you.”Aria blurted it out in one breath. Before Archer could respond, she hung up.It wasn’t the first time she had told him that, but her heart still raced afterward, like she had just finished a hundred-meter sprint. Sometimes, random, anxious thoughts would creep into her mind—like how she had snapped at Archer earlier without saying goodbye.What if something happened to him on the way to work? What if she never got another chance to tell him goodbye? If the last thing he saw was her angry face, how much would she regret it?It was ridiculous, like something out of a TV drama—but she made a mental note anyway: even if