All Chapters of Making Her Ex-husband Regret : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lily rose to her feet slowly. They might be getting along now but she wasn’t ready to be intimate with him. He was still a stranger to her, a familiar stranger. Her heart was beating faster, she found it difficult to breathe as she dragged one foot in front of the other. His phone rang before she got to the bed, they stared at each other. Furrowing his brows, he shot out of the bed. “I have to take this,” he said. The words to reply to him failed her, he gave her a curt nod and her chest deflated with relief once he stepped out of the room. She hurried to the wardrobe to get her pyjamas. A polka dot long-sleeved pyjamas. She stared at her outfit, if she knew he would be sleeping here, she might have gotten another set. Something more flattering. He stepped into the room before she could compose herself and she rolled to the other side of the bed. He glanced at her with a smile, she wiped her sweaty palms on her legs. Her nose scrunched when she picked up on the faint smell of ciga

He wasn’t as far away as I had originally thought, I only needed to walk a few extra steps and there he was. In a makeshift arena that consisted of onlookers, he was sparring with another warrior, his expression focused and serious. I decided it was best not to distract him and instead joined the onlookers in enjoying what seemed to be an interesting fight Erik and his opt. Erik and his opponent were shirtless, their torsos slick with sweat as their muscles tensed and slacked with each push and pull of their bodies. Erik had a lean frame with lean muscles, his opponent, a warrior that was vaguely familiar, probably someone i had seen in passing seemed like a giant compared to him, yet it was very obvious that Erik had the upper hand. In no time, Erik had him on his back and his opponent tapped out admitting defeat. The circle erupted in a thunderous roar as though that had rooted for Erik rejoiced while those that didn’t walked away with defeated looks on their faces. “Still got a lo

KILLIAN’S POVShe smelled sweet. That was the first thought that popped in my head when I was close to her. Her skin feels so soft, another thought as my fingers trailed her arms. My proximity to Lilliana Masters was making weird thoughts enter my head. Sweet? Soft? I was starting to sound like some sort of poet. Still though, it amazed me how quickly she caught on to using the gun, despite her aversion to it. I found myself wondering what exactly could have happened that made her despise guns so much.“What kind of weapons were you expecting?” I decided to ask her, arms crossed watching as her aim improved with each shot.“What?” She stopped shooting and faced me, “I didn’t hear the question.”“I said what kind of weapons were you expecting to learn to use. Seeing as you greatly dislike guns and all.” I said.“OH.” She said thoughtfully, “Actually, I don’t know. Erik said I shouldn’t be expecting crossbows or spears because this isn’t a fantasy novel. But I never once considered the

“I’ll take it from here Erik, thanks.” A voice suddenly said behind us. Surprised, we turned around to find Killian watching us, eyes narrowed. “Of course Alpha.” Ereik replied smoothly. He nodded to me, eyes imploring me to pay attention and learn then with a small bow to Killian he left. “I hope Erik wasn’t too intense for you,” Killian said, “He doesn’t know when to hold back or anything. Always full force.” He was definitely intense, “not at all,” but not as intense as the man before me. As though he knew I was lying, Killian smirked, then approached me. His gaze landed on the gun that I gripped clumsily. “He chose a good weapon for you.” He commented, “Small, light. It won’t hold you back if you ever need to run.” “This is light? It certainly doesn’t feel like it.” I muttered. He chuckled at my words. “So how far have you guys gone in practicing to use it?” He finally asked. “How far? We only just started.” I replied. He smiled what he probably thought was a secret smile

He wasn’t as far away as I had originally thought, I only needed to walk a few extra steps and there he was. In a makeshift arena that consisted of onlookers, he was sparring with another warrior, his expression focused and serious. I decided it was best not to distract him and instead joined the onlookers in enjoying what seemed to be an interesting fight Erik and his opt. Erik and his opponent were shirtless, their torsos slick with sweat as their muscles tensed and slacked with each push and pull of their bodies. Erik had a lean frame with lean muscles, his opponent, a warrior that was vaguely familiar, probably someone i had seen in passing seemed like a giant compared to him, yet it was very obvious that Erik had the upper hand. In no time, Erik had him on his back and his opponent tapped out admitting defeat. The circle erupted in a thunderous roar as though that had rooted for Erik rejoiced while those that didn’t walked away with defeated looks on their faces. “Still got a