All Chapters of Billionaire's Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The emergency arrived after a while—a long while, actually. They mentioned something about the lateness being due to how remote the area was but I was more concerned about the man who had been sinking in his own pool of blood.When we reached the nearest hospital, Zeath’s unconscious body was wheeled to the operation room while I was left to roam the emergency section hallway.And now I’m growing more miserable by the hour at the thought of Zeath life slipping out of his own hands.

When the DPO said some of his men would watch me, he wasn’t lying—because now I’m walking into a cozy bar hoping to escape the rest of my problems only to find two men in uniforms block my way.“I can’t even get a damn drink?” I ask. One of them stares at Zeath’s car that I drove. “Oh, well. You know what? I’m still gonna drink…” I squeeze Zeath’s car keys into one’s palm, “…and you can go ahead and drive me back home or the hospital afterward, at least save your own fucking fuel.” I cut my way between the men, pushing past them into the bar and making straight for the counter. “Please give me anything strong enough to knock me out,” I tell the barman who immediately gets to work.

I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve blacked out and woke up only to find myself in strange places.Today is one of those days. Except, unlike other times, I’m seated in a metal chair, my hands chained behind it. I look around to check what I could make of the surrounding. Nothing. Just an empty, dusty space with piles of gun parts and a few huge cardboard boxes. The place stinks as well, gathering this tough stench of metal.

“No…” I whisper while watching mom wince in pain, trying to process what just happened until I notice the blood dripping down to her left foot to kiss the floor.Polinel shot mom’s leg and is now wiggling from my grasp.I let her go, not like I had the choice not to since I’m now scrambling to mom, kneeling in front of her and pressing my hands on her wound.“So you do care,” I hear Polinel comment with a chuckle, but I’m too busy tearing a piece of my clothing and wrapping it around mom’s leg to at least stop the bleeding.“Stand,” Polinel orders. I turn and find her pointing her gun at me once more, forcing my obedience.My hands raised over my head in surrender, I try to relax my breathing to no avail. And I don’t know if the breathing is exhaustion or if it’s just anger—anger at staring at mom’s bleeding leg.Polinel doesn’t give a fuck about my deal anymore. Plus, she now knows my trick, so she’ll definitely try to kill mom right in front of my eyes.I have to do something, and

“I said I’ll think about it,” I tell him. The look he gives me is skeptical, as if he doesn’t believe any fucking thing I’m saying.“Why do I still doubt you? I can see the horny bees swirling in your eyes.”It’s what your gaze does to me, butt-head— Oh, God!His fingers suddenly slide smoothly from my arm to my waist. And I couldn’t stop the gasp that slips through my lips.