Todos los capítulos de Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

AMELIA placed the neatly packed bag on the counter and pushed it toward him. Her fingers were stiff, her expression unreadable.His eyes turned soft, and he simply said.“For you.”Her heart skipped, but pride surged faster. She recoiled as though he had handed her a live wire.“Do you even hear yourself, Adrian? You humiliated me, broke me, and now you think a bag of clothes is going to— what? Undo everything? Make me melt?”“It is not just clothes. It is… it is me trying, Amelia. Trying to reach you again.”“Reach me? With a purchase receipt?” she snapped, then shoved the bag back toward him.“Take your so-called gift and leave. I don’t want it. And I don’t want you hovering around my life pretending this is some grand gesture. It is embarrassing.”His jaw tightened.“Embarrassing? No, Amelia. What is embarrassing is that you would rather keep me at arm’s length than admit you still care. I see it in your eyes, you are still fighting me, not because you don’t feel anything, but beca

HER eyes still lingered on the bouquet in Ella’s hands, the orchids and roses, carefully selected, perfectly arranged, exactly the kind of thing Adrian would send. But instead of softening, her gaze hardened, her chin tilting ever so slightly as though she were putting on armor.Ella waited, nervously shifting the bouquet. “Should I… should I put it on your desk, ma’am?”Amelia’s lips pressed into a thin line. For a moment, it looked as if she might say nothing at all. Then, her voice came cool and clipped, like the snap of a blade.“No,” she said firmly. “Take it home, Ella. Add it to your vase. Consider it a gift from me.”Ella’s eyes widened. “Ma’am?”“You heard me,” Amelia repeated, her tone unyielding. “I don’t want it anywhere near this office. If he thinks a bouquet will change anything, he has gravely mistaken.”The stunned young woman clutched the bouquet to her chest, her mouth parting as though to protest, but Amelia had already turned away. Her heels clicked softly agains

ADRIAN had replayed that old conversation in his head countless times. The harsh click of the phone, Mrs. Harlow’s furious silence before she hung up, it was one of those memories that still stung, even after all these months. Yet today, he found himself walking through the polished glass doors of Harlow Enterprises, Amelia’s late father’s legacy, with a heart full of old wounds and unspoken pleas. Adrian had been there once before, that was years ago, when things were less fractured, when Amelia’s mother still spoke to him with warmth.The receptionist greeted him politely, though the recognition in her eyes betrayed her surprise at seeing the billionaire himself standing there. Adrian’s reputation preceded him everywhere, but this wasn’t a business call, this was far more personal.“I’m here to see Mrs. Harlow,” he said quietly, his tone firm, though inside his chest, his heart thudded hard against his ribs.Minutes later, he was ushered into her office.Mrs. Harlow sat behind her l

THE night of the gala came like a storm wrapped in gold.Ryan had insisted they attend, the kind of event where networking was inevitable, and appearances were everything. Although Amelia had reluctantly agreed, her heart wasn’t in it. She dressed in a sleek, floor-length gown of emerald silk that shimmered under the lights. A pair of diamond studs twinkled in her ears, simple yet elegant. Her hair was swept into an effortless chignon that framed her face beautifully. Ryan, sharp in a black tuxedo with a satin bow tie, extended his hand as they stepped out of the car and into the glow of the venue.The grand hall was breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers cascaded light across the marbled floor, their brilliance reflecting off mirrored walls. The space hummed with soft classical music from a string quartet positioned near the stage. Waiters moved gracefully among the guests with trays of champagne flutes and hors d’oeuvres, balancing conversations with practiced poise.“Ms. Amelia Cole and

THE dining room was quiet, the faint clinking of cutlery against porcelain plates was the only sound that filled the air. Amelia sat across from Hazel, her fork tracing absent circles in her mashed potatoes instead of lifting food to her mouth. The images from the gala played relentlessly in her mind, Adrian’s eyes locking with hers in the corridor, the way his voice dipped when he said her name, and Ryan’s protective stance beside her, like a wall between two forces threatening to collide.She sighed softly, pushing a piece of carrot across her plate, hardly aware she hadn’t eaten more than two bites. Beth had already rocked the twins to sleep, and Mrs. Harlow was still out. That left her and Hazel alone at the table, with the soft hum of the chandelier’s glow above them.Hazel tilted her head, her bright eyes studying her mother with curiosity. “Mom,” she piped up in her gentle but perceptive tone, “you are not eating.”Amelia startled, glancing at her daughter and forcing a smile.