All Chapters of Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

KILLIAN“Thanks for today, Killian.”Elara spoke the words softly, looking up at me gently as we came to a halt directly outside the doors of her private suite inside the Viking mansion. She hadn’t refuted my stubborn insistence earlier when she had coolly told me to just drop her off at the main security gates, claiming she could easily find her own way into the estate. The fact that she had finally let me walk her all the way to her door was how I knew the impenetrable layer of iciness she kept around me was finally thawing. However, greedy as I inherently was when it came to her, a simple verbal thank-you wasn’t nearly enough.I shifted my weight, stepping closer to her frame. My lips curled into a predatory smile when I heard her breath catch sharply in her throat, and when her eyes, for a single, fleeting second, dropped down to track my mouth before quickly reverting back to my gaze. I was sure my expression looked anything but innocent right then.“Killian…” she murmured, h

KILLIAN“Killian… didn't your secretary remind you of our dinner reservation at the restaurant tonight?” Charlotte spoke up, her voice dropping into that soft tone that always rubbed me the wrong way.I chewed slowly, looking across the table at her. So, she wasn't nearly as smart as I thought. I let out a heavy sigh and dropped the baked bun back onto my plate, wiping my fingers casually on a linen napkin before fully focusing my attention on her.“Charlotte, do you currently possess a functional smartphone?” I asked flatly.She blinked, looking thoroughly confused by the question, and her parents mirrored her expression, their brows furrowing in unison. After a brief pause, she finally nodded.“Yes, of course I do.”“Have you seen the news currently filling every major media platform today?” I pressed.She nodded a second time, though a flicker of knowing, defensive panic finally entered her dovey eyes.“Good,” I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the wrought-iron table. “Then

ELARAWhat in the glowering hell is this?!I gasped violently, my hand flying directly to my chest as a sudden, shifting presence made itself known at the periphery of my right eye. When I swiveled my chair around and saw Shawn standing right there, a nervous, twitching smile plastered on his lips, I couldn't speak or even breathe from the sheer, paralyzing shock. My eyes darted past his frame toward the wardrobe cupboard he had just emerged from, and my jaw slacked even further, my mouth falling completely open. It took a long second for my brain to reboot and process the reality of what I was witnessing.Shawn had hidden inside my wardrobe cupboard. He had illegally broken into my private office suite and concealed himself among my clothing just to… For what?My heart skipped a beat, my eyes scanning his hands for a weapon. There wasn't an obvious firearm, but I had no guarantee that whatever he was holding inside that black designer nylon bag wasn't a lethal instrument.The momen

ELARAWhat is this fool doing? I cried fearfully in my mind as Shawn’s fingers clamped down like iron vices around my forearms, dragging my body flush against his chest.“What the hell are you doing, Shawn! Let go of me!” I commanded out loud, my survival instinct kicked in. I began shoving my hands against his chest frantically to force some distance between us.But he held on with a manic strength, his breathing ragged as his eyes frenetically searched mine. “Elara, my love… please…”His gaze dropped to track my lips, and a wave of pure, physical revulsion washed over me so intensely I could have retched right on his shoes. Desperate, my right hand began blindly searching behind my back, wildly sweeping across the surface of my desk to find my smartphone. But in my frantic, blind movements, I only succeeded in knocking Shawn’s stupid, ginger-scented lunch box clean off the edge, sending it crashing onto the floor.The loud thud instantly caught his attention, alerting his paranoid

SHAWN“So this is how low you can get? Or is there any lower you can possibly go, Shawn? Any worse, more deplorable way to bring absolute damage to the reputation of the Lindays?”My grandfather turned to face me the exact second we stepped into the private parking lot close to the local police station. In the distance, I could clearly see my mother standing by a vehicle, flanked by Miranda. She must have been the one to bring them here. Miranda. I wasn’t entirely sure how she had actually managed to convince my grandfather to drive down to the station, considering the old man had all but publicly disowned me weeks ago.“Gramps, I swear to you, I didn’t do what they are accusing me of,” I pleaded defensively, my voice tight. “Elara…”“Beckoned on you? Kissed you first?” Gramps cut me off, shaking his head in absolute disgust. “You honestly expect me to believe that ridiculous gibberish? You want me to believe that Elara summoned you to her private office and you suddenly showed up w