All Chapters of Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

ADRIAN stood at the foot of his bed, folding a crisp white shirt with mechanical precision. The room was unusually quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed into his ears and forced his thoughts inward. A small suitcase lay open on the bed, half-filled with neatly arranged clothes— nothing excessive, nothing indulgent. Just the essentials.God! He remembered. He remembered when Amelia used to do this for him, years ago, with that precision, love and care she always carried.He reached for another shirt, paused, then swapped it for a darker one. Practical. Always practical.He placed a slim folder into the side compartment of the suitcase— documents, contracts, printed schedules, then slid in his tablet and a leather-bound notebook he never traveled without. His movements were calm, controlled, but there was a tension beneath them, like a man counting seconds without looking at the clock.His phone buzzed on the bed.He ignored it at first, zipping the inner pouch of the suitcase, then str

VIVIAN stared at Fiona as though she had spoken in another language.“What?” she asked again, her brows knitting together.Fiona nodded, her excitement returning, though more restrained now. “I’m telling you. I saw him at the airport. Clear as day. Adrian Cole. He came in like someone who had just arrived in the city. Small luggage, straight posture. Looked like business or something.”Vivian scoffed softly and turned her face away. She said nothing.The silence stretched.Fiona’s shoulders sagged. “Hey… I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “Sorry if I brought back something you are trying so hard to forget.”Vivian inhaled deeply, then let it out in a shaky breath. “It is fine,” she said. “I brought it upon myself anyway. It is fine.”“You sure?” Fiona asked, studying her face.“Yes,” Vivian replied quickly, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I am.”Fiona smiled back, though it was tentative. “Alright then.”She stood up, smoothing her dress. “I think I should go get re

FOR a moment, everything spinned, Amelia's heart raced with contradicting thoughts. Silence stretched, until he broke it.“Alright, alright. Fine,” Charles said at last. “I will do it. But it’s going to take a little longer, okay?”Amelia closed her eyes briefly, relief and frustration crashing into each other in her chest. “Sounds more like it,” she replied, forcing steadiness into her voice. “Thank you. Please do.”“Yeah, I will,” he said, and the line went dead almost immediately.Amelia lowered the phone slowly and stared at it for a second, as if expecting it to ring again. It didn’t.Ryan was the first to speak. “Amelia—”“Let’s go back in,” she said, already turning toward the boardroom doors.He nodded and followed her without another word.They walked back into the boardroom hastily, their steps measured but quick. As Amelia pushed the glass door open, the hum of voices filled the room again. Heads turned briefly in their direction, curiosity flickering across a few faces.

ADRIAN?Why was he calling?Amelia stared at the phone vibrating in her hand, her brows knitting together slowly. Her heart had leapt only seconds ago when it rang, she had leapt foolishly and hopefully, thinking it was Charles finally calling back. Finally calling to explain, apologize, or even say something that would make the tight knot in her chest loosen.But no.It was Adrian.Her ex-husband.A deep frown settled on her face as irritation replaced disappointment. What did he want now? And how had he even heard anything? The timing alone made her pulse spike with annoyance.She glanced back at the dining table where her sons sat. Gaddiel was halfway through a dramatic story, waving his spoon in the air, while Gabriel ate quietly, his injured hand resting carefully beside his plate. The white bandage stood out too sharply against his brown skin, a sight that still hadn’t stopped hurting her.“I will be right back,” Amelia said softly, forcing a smile as she leaned down to kiss Gab

HAZEL was fast enough to catch the flying boy mid-air, her arms wrapping around him instinctively. The impact made her stagger back a step, but she laughed anyway, a wide smile breaking across her stressed yet undeniably beautiful face.“Hey, little monk,” she said fondly as she steadied herself and lowered him back onto his feet. “How are you?”“I’m fine,” Gaddiel replied quickly, then pointed behind him with urgency. “Gabriel had a cut on his left hand. See?”Without waiting, he grabbed Hazel’s hand and began dragging her toward Gabriel’s bed.“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” Hazel said, amused but alert now.Gabriel sat upright as they approached, his injured hand resting carefully on his lap. Hazel’s expression softened immediately when she saw the bandage.“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, moving closer. “What happened?”“I fell,” Gabriel replied quietly.Hazel sat on the edge of the bed, gently taking his bandaged hand in both of hers. “Does it hurt a lot?”“Not much anymore,” Gabriel