บททั้งหมดของ Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

SHAWNThe balloon of hope that had kept my spirits afloat during the entire drive over to the Lindays Corporation flickered violently the exact second I pulled up to the curb. Reporters were hanging around the perimeter like a pack of starved wolves.What the hell? I thought, my heart dropping into my stomach. Were they waiting here specifically to ambush me, or were they lurking for Elara’s grand arrival?I got my answer a breath later. My eyes accidentally locked with a pacing reporter near the entrance. The man froze, his face lighting up with a sadistic glee, and he instantly started running toward my car. Seeing this, the entire herd of journalists and photographers joined the mad race, sprinting down the pavement with their lenses raised.I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles popped. Feeling an overwhelming wave of annoyance and frustration, I slammed the car into reverse, tires screeching as I tore away from the curb and decided to park in the company’s secondary p

KILLIAN“What are you smiling about?”Connor’s brow was arched high as he delivered the question. He accepted the chilled bottle of water my secretary served him, watching as she turned and left the office just as silently as she had come. Then he uncapped it and drank down half the contents in a few long gulps. He must be so parched.I looked him up and down. Where exactly was he coming from at this hour? My lips twitched with suppressed amusement. Don’t tell me he had gone to the ice rink again. Didn’t the man have a multi-million-dollar business to run? And why the hell was the local ice rink seeing significantly more of him these days than the actual construction corporation slated to him by his family?“Don’t ask what I know is currently on your mind, Killian. My company can handle itself perfectly fine,” Connor supplied defensively, cutting me off before I could even give vocal words to my thoughts. He leaned forward, squinting at me. “Just answer my question. Anything that

KILLIANThe recent acquisition of the Vikings?Wouldn’t that be Shawn’s company?The realization hit me like a physical blow, a sudden, blinding rush of adrenaline surging through my veins. My steps turned instantly hurried, my long strides eating up the distance as I backtracked out of the lobby and rushed back toward the entrance. Annoyance began brimming within me—not at Elara, of course, but entirely at Shawn. I knew that pathetic excuse of a man. I knew he would inevitably misbehave if Elara should ever stand directly before him, fueled by his bruised ego.And why else would Elara head over there so unexpectedly? Was it not because she wanted to see Shawn in person? To look down and witness the utter, crushing defeat on his face as she cemented the punishment the management team had meted out to him for physically assaulting a fellow staff member? Worse, his own boss?I burst through the glass doors and hastily barked the new destination to my driver, who was already waiting

ELARAKillian was dying to say something. I knew it from the tension radiating across the leather seat, from his large hands which clenched his thighs with so much restraint that I actually feared for the fine, coiled muscles beneath his trousers. His jaw kept twitching too, as he visibly struggled not to look at me—yet everything about his posture screamed that he wanted to turn, look me dead in the eye, and maybe shout at me.We were sitting in the backseat of his luxury sedan, en route to the culinary destination I’d been quite eager about ever since I ate the lunch he had sent over to my office. And as much as I aggressively told myself that this entire situation was a welcome development—that now Killian could see firsthand that I wouldn’t, and absolutely couldn't, be controlled or managed by a man ever again—I still felt somewhat guilty. Sorry, if I dare say it. I felt an unexpected pang of remorse for indulging Shawn’s proximity back there, when all I had truly wanted to d

ELARA“Do you want more?” Killian asked, leaning back and taking a measured sip of his drink.He must have noticed that I was staring down at my empty plate longingly. Even though the last bite was long gone, the rich warmth of the Dijon mustard and tarragon broth still lingered on my palate. It was the exact same meal I had eaten just hours ago in my office, yet I simply didn't want to stop eating. Every spoonful felt like a physical thread pulling me backward in time, bringing vivid images of my mother rushing into my mind. I could almost see her effortless smiles, hear her witty inside jokes, and feel the affectionate sting of her notoriously sharp mouth whenever my brothers and I misbehaved at the dinner table.I finally forced myself to look up, breaking the nostalgic trance to meet his gaze. “Can we take some home?”Killian immediately raised a sleek brow, a dark glint entering his eyes, and I let out a sharp cough of pure embarrassment. What the hell was suddenly wrong with