The Billionaire's Accidental Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Dante:I reached for my phone and swiped through the message notifications I had received over the past twelve hours. Tapping on Marcus’s contact, a frown settled on my brows when I saw the last message he sent.My frown tightened, and I typed, before sending a message that read:‘Have you been able to track the vehicle?’His response didn't come up on time, so I simply placed my phone back into my pocket and stepped into the bathroom to wash my face.Ava left a spare brush, which was placed right beside hers.About five minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom, wiping my face with a small towel. My hands reached for the three loose buttons of my shirt, and I buttoned them up, before stepping outside the room.The moment I reached the hallway, my ears caught Belle’s giggle which was coming from down the kitchen.A small smile tipped the edge of my lips, and my hands brushed over my chest at the warm feeling engulfing inside me.I loved being here, more than anything. And most impo

Ava:“Why didn't you tell me you were on good terms with Dante?” My father said the moment we settled in the living room.A frown settled between my brows, and I really tried to reign in my annoyance at the first thing he had to say.I wasn't even sure why I kept entertaining him, despote knowing it was the same pattern. That he wouldn't simply change overnight. And that the only reason he might have come was to exactly tell me to try and make amends with Dante since I do not want to give up custody of my Belle.It was really exhausting, and I felt more at blame because I kept on entertaining his shenanigans.A deep sigh escaped my lips, “Is that why you came here?”His piercing eyes sharpened, but instead of lashing out like he usually would have, his gaze darted to the kitchen where we could hear Dante and Belle’s voice.He took a deep breath, “Just happens to be one of the many reasons I came here, but I assure you that it's the least.”My frown deepened and I waited for him to con

Ava: The cartoon Belle picked was some show about talking animals on a farm. A pig was trying to convince a chicken to share her eggs for a cake. Belle laughed at something the pig said, her small body pressed against my side. She had her doll tucked under one arm, eyes glued to the TV. I glanced at Dante. He was watching the screen, but I could tell he wasn't really paying attention. His jaw was set in that way it got when he was thinking about something else entirely. “You don't have to sit here and watch this with us,” I said, despite the fact that a huge part of me wanted him to be here and do such mundane things with us. He turned to look at me, “I want to be here.” “You look bored out of your mind.” “I'm not.” Belle giggled, kicking her feet. “Mama, the pig is being silly.” “He is, isn't he?” I had finished my toast and tea, which Belle and I had ended up eating, the plate was placed on the coffee table because when Dante had wanted to take it back, I told him to leave

Ava:I feigned surprise and tilted my head. “You saw him?”Cecily dropped the grocery bags she brought along with her before she walked back to the window and came back. “So I'm seeing things?”I shook my head worriedly. “I think you are. By the way, where are your glasses?”She brushed her fingers through her nape. “It’s in my bag or something. I think the reason I keep mistaking people’s faces is because I took it off the moment I pulled over; maybe my eyes were trying to adjust to the surroundings, and I ended up thinking I saw Dante.”It was difficult to in my laughter at that moment. Her expression took on a troubled one.“For your safety, tell me your glasses were on through the drive here.”Cecily gave me a cheeky smirk. “Do I look like I have a death wish? I might hate my job and my employer for stressing me out day in and day out. Also, I might hate those glasses more than anything, but the last thing I'd do is not wear them when I'm driving.” She let out a troubled sigh, and

Dante: Georgia was slouched in one of the corner booths, alone. A bottle dangled loosely from her hand, and her head lolled to the side as she could barely keep it up. Her hair was a mess, falling across her face, and even from a distance I could see how out of it she was. I walked over, and the moment she saw me, her eyes widened. A smile broke across her face, slow and sloppy. “Dante!”A sigh escaped my lips. “Georgia, what the hell?”She pressed her lips together, looking close to crying as she muttered, “You came,” she said, her words slurring together. I let out a long, troubled sigh. “Yeah. I came.”She tried to stand, but her legs gave out almost immediately. I caught her before she hit the table, steadying her with one arm around her shoulder. “Alright, come on. We're leaving.”“But I'm not done yet,” she mumbled, reaching weakly for the bottle.“Yes, you are.”She pouted and grumbled under her breath.“Where’s your phone?” I asked, and she looked around, frowning tightly.“I