All Chapters of Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

BOTH Marcus and Julian turned sharply the moment Charles breathed out the name.“Shantel,” he had said.Marcus’ brows shot up. Julian’s mouth slowly curved into a knowing grin.Charles turned slightly away from them, lowering his voice. “What do you want?”On the other end, a soft chuckle floated through the speaker. That smooth, familiar and dangerous one she was good at giving.“Yo! Is that how you answer your woman?” Shantel teased. “After all this time?”“I am not your—” He cut himself off, teeth clenching. “What is the meaning of this nonsense? How dare you call my number again after I warned you?”“My love…” she cooed, stretching the words lazily.Charles stiffened and glanced at the boys. Julian leaned closer, shamelessly trying to overhear.“Stop calling me that,” Charles hissed under his breath.“Why?” Shantel’s voice dropped into something softer. “You used to like it.”“That was before,” he snapped quietly. “Before you decided to become a problem.”“Oh please,” she laughed

HER fist sank into the mattress with a muffled thud. The sting of failure shot up her arm, but it wasn’t physical pain she felt, it was fury. Every muscle in her body tensed as she gritted her teeth, nails digging into her palm.Her mind raced, spinning through every possible angle she could have taken, every word, every gesture, every strategy that had failed spectacularly. She had imagined this moment a thousand times: Charles weak, tempted, vulnerable. She had seen him in her mind’s eye, trapped under her spell, helplessly drawn to her, and now— now he had walked out.Her jaw tightened. How dare he? After all the effort she had put in, after all the money spent on the hotel, the champagne, the carefully chosen outfit, the seduction rehearsed like a script, he had not only resisted her, he had humiliated her in the process. He had exposed her motives before she even had a chance to act.Shantel slammed her palm against the bed again, sending a shiver through the mattress. “Damn him

SHE hesitated.It wasn’t dramatic. There was no visible conflict in her expression, no sharp intake of breath. Just a quiet pause. A measured second where her mind weighed impulse against caution.A walk.At night.With a man she had known for barely two days.He didn’t rush her. Didn’t add pressure to the silence. He simply stood there, hands loosely clasped in front of him, waiting as though her answer— whatever it would be— was perfectly acceptable.Amelia exhaled.“Alright,” she said finally, her tone light but deliberate. “A short walk.”The way his face brightened caught her off guard.It wasn’t smugness. It wasn’t triumph. It was something almost boyish, like a child whose carefully folded paper plane had actually taken flight.“Great,” he said, unable to mask the small grin spreading across his face. “Good. That is… good.”She raised an eyebrow, amused. “You are surprisingly enthusiastic.”“I like the beach at night,” he admitted. “It feels like a secret.”“Now I’m more curio

THE door clicked shut behind her with a soft finality.Amelia leaned against it for a brief second, exhaling slowly, as though sealing the night outside. The quiet of her suite wrapped around her again, familiar, controlled and safe.Her phone was already pressed to her ear.“Yeah,” she said, kicking off her heels as she walked further inside. “I went through that today.”Ryan’s voice came through calm and measured. “And?”She crossed the room toward the closet, unfastening her earrings and placing them neatly on the dresser. “It aligns with what we suspected. The timelines match. Transfers too.”A pause on the other end.“So he is still moving carefully?” Ryan asked.“Very,” she replied, slipping off her blouse and hanging it properly. “Nothing loud. Nothing obvious. But consistent enough to notice if you are looking.”“And you are.”“I always am.”She changed into a silk sleep set, her movements unhurried but precise.“What about her?” Ryan asked casually, though the undertone was

“HAZEL!”The twins didn’t wait for confirmation.They were already halfway across the living room before she even stepped fully inside.Hazel barely had time to brace herself before two little bodies collided into her at once.“Hey! Hey! Easy!” she laughed, staggering backward under their combined weight. “Are you two trying to knock me over?”“You are back!” Gabriel shouted into her shoulder.“You actually came back!” Gaddiel added, as though there had been real doubt.Hazel pulled back just enough to look at them properly. Her eyes softened instantly.“It has been five days,” she said.“Exactly!” Gabriel protested.“That is almost a month,” Gaddiel added dramatically.Hazel burst into laughter.“Do you two even understand what weekly boarding school means yet?”They both groaned.“We are still trying,” Gabriel admitted.“It is confusing,” Gaddiel said. “Why can’t you just go to school like normal people and come back every day?”“Because,” Hazel said patiently, brushing invisible dus