Semua Bab Wanting his ex-wife back: Bab 11 - Bab 20

“I have been nothing but faithful for the last three years. Pardon me if I get too excited around men it’s not my fault my husband couldn’t get it up for three years”. “How dare you? take that back!”. “Why? Is it functioning..”. Her eyes trailed down to his lower body. “It can’t possibly be functioning. Oh my, breaking news, Mr Liam brooks couldn’t get it up”. Liam’s jaw twitched, his pride bruised and burning.“Dare to test it out?” he growled, stepping closer.Before she could react, he grabbed her waist and pulled her forward, crushing his mouth against hers.She stood frozen for a second. He’s kissing me? Liam is kissing me? No! I can’t let this happen! After everything? He thinks he can just kiss me and everything will be alright?Thinking fast, She slammed her knee into his groin—hard.Liam doubled over with a choked grunt, stumbling back.“What the hell?”. “Test that,” she spat, wiping her mouth in disgust.“How dare you put your disgusting cheating mouth on me? Serve you

On the day of Noah’s art exhibition, Natalie took her time getting ready. Her makeup was light and natural—just a touch of color on her cheeks and a soft sheen on her lips. She wore her hair in a loose braid over one shoulder, with a few wisps left free to gently frame her face. Her dress was a deep, muted red—simple in design, with short sleeves. She was just about to text Noah that she was ready when his message came through.“Baby, I’m so sorry, but something came up. I won’t be able to pick you up personally. I’ve already sent my driver. Really sorry. Let me know if you still feel like going.”Still feel like going?Of course she did. Why the hell would she spend over two hours doing her hair, makeup, and picking out the perfect dress, only to stay home?“Sure. I’ll go with your driver.”“Thank you. Your brother’s also on his way—you’ll probably arrive together or run into him there. So you won’t be bored till I get there.”“No problem.”A few seconds passed before another messa

Liam forced a smile and stood up to greet him. “Since you want it, you can bid for it”. The man smiled and went straight to the empty seat beside Natalie. Natalie bowed her head in guilt. “No further bids,” the auctioneer said finally, clearing his throat. “Going once… going twice… Sold to Mr Jackson Vallister”. “There is no need to lower your eyes, afterall I can’t do anything”. Jackson mocked. “Brother…”. “Don’t brother me”. The auctioneer clapped his hands, signaling the next lot.“Our final item today is a masterpiece from none other than our renowned artist, Noah Sinclair.”“And to sweeten the deal,” the auctioneer continued with a sly smile, “Mr. Sinclair has generously added a little extra: whoever wins this painting will also receive two dates with the artist himself.”The room erupted into cheers and whispers, the energy electric with excitement.Bidding paddles shot up like fireworks the moment the auctioneer opened the floor.“Starting bid: one million,” he announced.

“Who called?” Natalie asked, drying her hands on a towel as she stepped into the room. Jason glanced up from the sofa, phone in hand. “Someone named Mark. Said he was calling from Mr. Brooks’ office.” She froze for a moment, her fingers tightening slightly on the towel. “Mark?” she echoed, frowning. “Did Liam tell him to call?” Jason handed her the phone, shrugging. “Didn’t say. Just asked for you.” Natalie sighed as she stared at her phone. Her thumb hovered over the screen, debating whether to call back or ignore it altogether. Jason nudged her with his shoulder. “So… you’re gonna call him back?” “No,” she said, dropping the phone onto the cushion beside her. “If Liam wants to talk, he can grow up and do it himself instead of hiding behind his assistant.” Jason whistled low. “Cold.” “It’s not cold,” she muttered. “It’s boundaries.” He smirked. “Says the woman who cried over him for three months straight.” Natalie gave him a dry look. “Do you want lunch or not?” “Fair enoug

Natalie had not woken up planning to host half the population of the city. Especially after she had gone to sleep angrily because of the foolish stunt Liam had pulled. She’d actually wanted the opposite. Her plan had been to drink her coffee in peace, scroll through the latest design trends and gallery openings, and maybe… maybe work on the sketch she’d abandoned five years ago. The universe, however, apparently thought her villa was a community center. The first knock came before she’d even finished her coffee. She opened the door to find Noah, standing there with a sheepish smile and both hands occupied, one with a box from a bakery so exclusive they didn’t even have a sign, and the other with a paper bag of what smelled suspiciously like the dim sums she used to adore as a child. “Good morning, Nat,” he said, like they hadn’t just seen each other two days ago. “I was passing by and thought you might need breakfast.” She gave him a flat look. “You don’t pass by this neigh