All Chapters of Billionaire's Regret : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Claire drove to the office with Jeff's words still running circles in her head.She had replayed that last part of the night over and over since she left the school gate, the part where he stood with his back to her and his hand on the doorframe and said it like he had been holding it in for years, because you're the woman I've always loved, and she was so deep inside her own head when she walked through the building entrance that she turned the lobby corner without lifting her eyes from the floor.The collision knocked the breath out of her.Hot coffee hit the back of her hand first, spreading across her skin in a wave that made her gasp and snatch her hand back, her eyes watering from the immediate sharp sting of it, her teeth clenching against the instinct to cry out."I'm so sor..."The voice cut itself off and a gasp followed.Claire looked up.The woman standing in front of her with the empty cup in her hand had gone completely still, her mouth still open around the apology she

Claire's office was quiet when they walked in and Jeff closed the door behind them.He went straight to the small cabinet beside the window where she kept her first aid kit, opened it, took out the burn gel, pulled the chair from the other side of the desk around to her side and sat.He held out his hand and Claire looked at it then at him."I said I was fine." She muttered."I heard you." He kept his hand out.She put hers in it because arguing felt like too much energy for a morning that had already taken everything she had and he applied the gel carefully with his eyes on her hand and the office was quiet around them."You should have let me handle it." He said without looking up."It was mine to handle.""She put her hands on you Claire, I should have..."His jaw tightened and he took a deep breath, it was obvious that he was trying to control himself.He finished with the gel and set her hand down gently on the desk."Why didn't you tell me the company was having technical diffic

Irene had been up since six, she was loss in thoughts and couldn't sleep. She was done tossing around so she stood up and went downstairs.She sat at her kitchen table with her coffee going cold, and her phone face up beside her.She couldn't sleep because she had been thinking about how to execute her plans.Jeff has finally left her, the only ally she has now was Matt and she would do everything to free him but she will make Jeff regret ever turning his back to her.She dialled at half past eight and he answered on the second ring and she said she needed to see him today and he said where and she told him.---He got into her passenger seat and she looked at him for a moment without speaking the way she always looked at people before she decided how much of the truth to give them."Matt Richardson is being transferred in three days." She said it plainly, no preamble, because men like him responded better to information than performance. "The transfer route, the timing, the vehicle a

Claire slowly opened the door to her bedroom and they both went in.Jeff slowly shut the door behind him and stood staring at her.“Come to bed,” she whispered, staring back at him.He visibly swallowed and the look in his eyes made her breath caught. His piercing gaze took in all of her, burning through her flesh like torches.He slowly walked toward her, his eyes still moving over her— setting her skin on fire even before he touched her.He stopped in front of her and kept staring at her as if he couldn't believe that this was finally happening. She could feel his warmth through the nightgown she was wearing,.His hand came up and cupped the side of her face. His palm was warm against her cheek and his thumb traced the line of her cheekbone. His grey eyes were searching mine with an intensity that sent a thrill through her.“This thing between us will never burn out and I’m going to have you for the rest of my life. I’m going to spend every day of it reminding you that you are min

Claire arrived at the boardroom at eight fifty.She had arranged the room the night before herself, the long table, the six chairs for the panel on one side, the single laptop connected to the main screen at the front, the problem she had built into the system displayed clearly for everyone who walked in.She had spent three hours the night before constructing that problem.Three vulnerabilities embedded inside a security architecture, each one more difficult than the last, the first straightforward enough for any competent developer to find within twenty minutes, the second subtle enough to require genuine structural understanding, the third the kind of thing only someone who had built systems from the ground up would even know to look for.She had built it using her own framework.The one she had developed at Nexus six years ago that Theresa had been taking credit for ever since.Jeff came in behind her and stood near the door with his arms crossed and said nothing and she did not lo