บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants Me Back, But I Want Revenge : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Caleb stood in front of his mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp white shirt. His black blazer was neatly pressed, and his dark slacks completed the polished look. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. He wasn’t nervous—at least, that’s what he told himself.Tonight, he was taking a chance. For weeks, he’d been trying to prove to Celine that he had changed, that he could be someone she trusted and maybe, one day, cared for. This dinner was his first step toward showing her a different side of him.Celine was sitting in her room, a book open on her lap, when Caleb knocked lightly on the door.“Come in,” she said without looking up.Caleb stepped inside, his expression composed but his eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability. “Celine,” he began, clearing his throat.She glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “What is it?”“I was wondering if you’d let me take you out to dinner tonight,” he said, his tone measured.Her brow furrowed slightly. “Dinner?”“Yes,” he said, stepp

The smell of freshly chopped herbs and sizzling garlic filled the palace kitchen as Celine tied an apron around her waist. Caleb stood at the counter beside her, already slicing vegetables with surprising precision. Luna sat perched on a nearby stool, her fluffy tail swishing as she watched the activity with curious blue eyes.“I still can’t believe you convinced me to cook,” Celine said, raising an eyebrow at Caleb. “You, of all people, in a kitchen. What’s next? You start hosting tea parties?”Caleb smirked, pausing mid-slice to look at her. “If I hosted tea parties, they’d be the talk of the town. You’d be the first one on the guest list.”Celine rolled her eyes, hiding a smile. “You’re ridiculous.”“And you’re welcome,” he quipped, gesturing to the cutting board. “Now, are you going to stand there criticizing me, or are you actually going to help?”She picked up a tomato, holding it up like a prize. “Fine, but don’t complain if my slicing isn’t as perfect as yours, Chef Caleb.”“D

In the grand ballroom, Celine adjusted the silver strap of her floor-length emerald gown, the satin fabric hugging her figure in all the right places. Her hair was styled in a sleek chignon, and a single diamond necklace rested against her collarbone, catching the light whenever she moved.She was at a formal dinner hosted by one of her father’s closest allies, a celebration of international diplomacy and unity. The tables were laden with the finest china, and waiters glided through the room with trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres.As Celine moved through the crowd, smiling politely at familiar faces, she couldn’t shake a strange feeling—a sense of unease that prickled at the back of her mind.“Lady Celine,” a voice called, pulling her from her thoughts. She turned to see the host, a charming older man, approaching with a wide smile. “You look stunning tonight. Allow me to introduce you to some esteemed guests.”“Of course,” she said with a gracious nod, slipping easily into the ro

Celine stepped out of the car, her emerald dress fluttering softly in the cool night breeze. She was tired but surprisingly at peace.As she entered the palace, the familiar grandeur surrounded her. She didn’t have to search for her father. He was seated in the massive living room, dressed in a comfortable sweater and slacks, a glass of red wine resting on the table beside him. The warm light from the fireplace softened his usually stern features.“Celine,” President Santos said, his voice carrying the warmth of familiarity. He gestured to the seat across from him. “Come, sit. How was your evening?”Celine sank into the plush armchair, her heels dangling from one hand as she tucked her feet under her. “It was… better than I expected,” she admitted, placing her shoes on the floor.“Better?” her father asked, raising an eyebrow. “I would’ve thought dining with the Alcantaras would bring back less-than-pleasant memories.”She gave a faint smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “

“Are you sure this thing is safe?” Celine asked, tugging at the straps of her snorkeling mask as they stood by the edge of their villa’s private deck.Caleb grinned, already waist-deep in the warm, crystalline waters. “Absolutely. Unless you’re scared of fish, in which case…”“I’m not scared of fish,” she retorted, rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless. “I’m just questioning your expertise in organizing water activities.”“Come on, Celine,” he teased, extending a hand toward her. “The ocean’s not going to bite.”With a dramatic sigh, she adjusted the mask and slid into the water, the cool embrace of the ocean a refreshing change from the tropical heat.As they snorkeled, Celine marveled at the vibrant marine life. Schools of iridescent fish darted past, weaving through coral gardens in hues of pink, orange, and purple. Caleb swam beside her, occasionally pointing out something extraordinary—a shy sea turtle, a curious clownfish, or a cluster of starfish resting on the ocean floor.