Semua Bab Ex-Wife Transition: The Comeback Of The Hidden Heiress: Bab 71 - Bab 74

•CECILIA•“Did you sleep with Xavier?”The question from Asher made my heart race. I stopped lotioning my body, tilted my head, and looked at him.“How dare you?” I scolded, as I wondered if it was that obvious.Perhaps it was the way Xavier was looking at me when he came to the house. Or the way his touch lingered on my skin when he hugged me, telling me I got his full support.“I’m not a fool, Cecilia. Xavier couldn’t take his eyes off you the entire time. He hugged you in front of me as if he knew where to touch you. He wanted you, and I could see it in his eyes!”“What are you insinuating exactly, Asher? Are you saying I’m a whore who sleeps around?” I scowled. “If you think because I share my bed with you, then that gives you the right to talk anyhow to me. I want you to leave.”“I am the father of that child,” he leaned closer as he pointed at my stomach. “This gives me the right to say anything to you I’m not happy about. I know a man who has been inside you and craves to find

•CAMILLA•“Welcome, Miss?”“Camilla Ross. I am the one who called and reserved the presidential suite for me and my husband. I spoke with the hotel manager and he arranged everything. Is there anything wrong?”The receptionist turned her attention to her desktop and tapped. She looked a bit surprised to see me.“Hello, sir?” She spoke on the phone. “I have a bit of a situation at the front desk. Yes, please. Yes. I’ll wait. Thank you, sir.”I looked at the time on my wristwatch, which was already 6 PM. I called Santino earlier and asked him to be at the hotel before 7 PM, but I seemed to be the one getting late.“Is anything wrong?” I asked again after she put her phone down.“I’m sorry, ma’am.” She smiled. “Mr. Russell will be here briefly to clear up the confusion.”“What confusion?”“Mr. Russell will clear everything when he gets here, ma’am. You can wait here, please.”I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I guess you want to know if I’m Camilla Ross, right? Well, why don’t you look at my