All Chapters of Billionaire's Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

For a month, I’m stuck in this place: training, being under therapy, learning basic skills of fighting. Cross is always the one teaching me. He may be patient and calm, but it doesn’t make my temperament any better. Missing his strikes happen to be my forte. And I respond with anger each time he hits me—I tend to punch or strike him too hard without even succeeding to touch him. It only ends in me being hurt.“You have to ease your a

Christopher is known to stick around his residence for most of the time, which is why I browse all the places near his house that would have events relating to music and ballet during the week.I’d already embraced a seventy percent of chance that I won’t meet him in any of these places this week. But it turns out to be a hundred percent chance.In the next week, however, I result to stalking—much to my displeasure. I park my car near

“Did you start liking Cross in your years together?” I ask instead of responding to Chelsea’s question.She smiles. “If you see Cross’s face, you’ll fall in-love with him before you even get to spend time with him.”“Then why haven’t I seen it?” I turn around to regard the girl better. “I mean, this is not the rural areas anymore. He—”“He’s just feeling a bit insecure now. You’ll have to pardon him. Before the issue with the rural, he

“You know that’s a rhetorical question. What I feel doesn’t really matter to you. You’d convince me to go even if I say I don’t want to.”Chelsea acts like she didn’t hear me and proceeds to open the box, then closes it again.It looks seamless, constructed in a way that no one would think it could be opened. “Custom thinks it’s just a statue. We registered it to be shipped to Country Zee,” Chelsea says while crossing her arms and res

Chelsea once gave me a simple lesson on how to tweak my voice. Even I now recognize that Mellow spoke in a high pitch—that entitled tone that tends to draw attention.I’ve learned to be more comfortable speaking in a lower tone—in a kind of way that exudes nonchalance. “I don’t think so,” I say blandly. “You don’t look familiar to me.” I still feel Zeath’s eyes on me. But I don’t bother looking at him even as I immediately step out o