Semua Bab Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Bab 231 - Bab 240

THE evening settled in slowly, draping the resort in a soft, golden twilight that seemed heavier than usual, almost reluctant to let go of the day. Amelia walked toward the bar as if by habit, but the weight in the air made her pause, just for a second, as though she already felt the tug of the impending end of her trip. Ifeanyi was behind the counter when she arrived, his usual calm greeting waiting for her. She returned it lightly, trying to appear casual, though there was a subtle tension she couldn’t quite disguise.They sat together after he finished serving, the usual banter flowing easily at first— light observations about the sky, the music in the bar, the tourists wandering the paths. Then, inevitably, the conversation shifted, as it always seemed to do, toward something deeper.“I’m planning to take my education further,” Ifeanyi said quietly, almost as if testing the waters, “like I earlier told you, move to the city where you live. There is so much I want to do, so much I

AMELIA stepped out of the bathroom, the warm steam still clinging to her skin, the white towel wrapped snugly around her body and another twisted atop her head like a crown. She moved to her dressing table with deliberate grace, the soft pads of her fingers massaging lotion into her arms, shoulders, and legs, her eyes catching her own reflection in the mirror. For a moment, she allowed herself to drift, letting her mind wander far from the quiet of her room.The images came unbidden— the Bahamas, the sun dipping low on the horizon, the soft sound of waves lapping against the shore. She saw Ifeanyi behind the bar, his calm, steady presence filling the space around her. She could almost feel the warmth of the evening breeze brushing against her skin as they walked along the beach after his shift, discussing everything and nothing at once— travel, culture, music, life philosophies. There was a simplicity to it, a sweetness that made her chest tighten with a faint, unacknowledged longing.

THE twins ran at full speed, their little sneakers kicking up dust as Amelia stepped out of the car. She barely had time to shut the door before two small bodies collided into her.“Mommyyyyy!”They wrapped themselves around her waist, nearly knocking her off balance. Amelia let out a startled laugh, her arms instinctively tightening around them as she dropped her handbag onto the bonnet of the car.“Oh my babies!” she breathed, crouching slightly so she could hold them properly. She kissed Gabriel’s forehead, then Gaddiel’s cheeks, over and over again, as though making up for every day she had been away.“You didn’t tell us!” Gabriel accused between giggles.“You said you were still on your trip!” Gaddiel added, staring at her like she had just materialized from thin air.Amelia smiled softly. “Well, that is because I wanted to surprise you.”Their faces lit up even brighter, if that was possible. The surprise had worked perfectly. The shock, the scream, the disbelief, the pure joy—

“SO, you mean you guys had tea, together? You went into that mansion and sat down for tea?”Clara’s voice exploded through the phone speaker so loudly that Amelia had to pull the device slightly away from her ear.Amelia lay back against her pillows, one leg crossed over the other, staring up at the ceiling of her bedroom. She had barely changed out of her clothes since returning home with the boys. The night had been longer than she intended.“Yeah,” she replied calmly. “I’m speechless myself.”“Speechless?!” Clara shrieked again. “Amelia, this is not a random neighbor. This is Adrian. Your ex-husband. The same Adrian.”“Yes, my ex-husband,” Amelia said patiently. “He invited me in for tea. The boys practically staged a protest at the gate. George joined in. Adrian stood there looking all… sincere. Before I knew it, I found myself saying yes.”There was a dramatic gasp on the other end.“You crossed that threshold again?”Amelia sighed softly. “It was just tea, Clara.”“Just tea?” C

EVENING had already settled when Charles’ car rolled to a stop in front of Amelia’s house.The lights were on inside, warm and calm.He sat behind the steering wheel for a moment, jaw tight, watching the curtains shift slightly from the breeze of an open window. No sign of urgency. No sign of a woman waiting for him.‘She didn’t even tell me she was back.’That thought burned again.He stepped out of the car and shut the door a little harder than necessary. The sound echoed in the quiet street.By the time he reached her door, his anger had rearranged itself into something controlled, something presentable. He straightened his jacket and knocked.Then he heard footsteps approaching and soon, the door opened.Amelia stood there, dressed simply in a soft home outfit, her hair loosely tied back. No rush. No surprise. No guilt. Just calm eyes meeting his.“Charles,” she said evenly.Not “Hi.” Not “I was meaning to call.” Just his name.He forced a half-smile. “You are back.”“Yes.”Silen