All Chapters of Rejected By My Billionaire Husband,He Chased Me Back After D: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The dining room of the Kingsley mansion was a cathedral of old money. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. A mahogany table that could seat twenty stretched across the center of the room. The walls were lined with portraits of Kingsley ancestors, their stern faces watching over every meal with silent judgment.Cassian, Emory and Vanessa, had just finished dinner. The maids were clearing the plates, moving quietly and efficiently, their footsteps muffled by the thick Persian rug. Vanessa was dabbing at the corner of her mouth with a linen napkin, her posture perfect, her expression serene.Emory, however, was pouting.It was a very specific pout the one she used when she wanted something and was preparing to deploy her full arsenal of charm. Her lower lip was pushed out. Her gray eyes were wide and pleading. Her pink cast rested on the table beside her plate, a silent reminder of everything she had been through.Cassian knew that look. He had been on the receiving end of it many

Morning light streamed through the grand windows of the Kingsley mansion as Cassian stepped out of his bedroom. He had barely closed the door behind him when a small body collided with his legs."Daddy!"Emory was already dressed. She was wearing her school uniform a crisp white blouse and a navy skirt and her dark curls had been pulled back with a pink ribbon. Her pink cast stood out against the white of her blouse, but she did not seem to notice. She was bouncing on her heels with barely contained excitement."You're awake early," Cassian said, bending down to scoop her into his arms."I told you I would wake up early! I woke up before the sun! I woke up before the birds! I woke up before Maria!""Did you wake up before breakfast?""No. I'm hungry."Cassian laughed and carried her down the grand staircase to the dining room. The maids had already laid out breakfast fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, toast, and Emory's favorite strawberry pancakes. He settled her into her chair and took hi

Vanessa sat at a corner table of the most exclusive cafe in Dallas, a cup of Earl Grey tea cooling at her elbow. Across from her were two of her closest friends Sophia, a socialite whose family had made their fortune in oil, and Bianca Rowe, the ex-wife of a tech mogul who had walked away with half his company and all of his dignity.The table was littered with petits fours and macarons and the latest issue of Vogue, which Sophia was flipping through with practiced disinterest."Did you see the new Hermès bag?" Sophia asked, turning the magazine toward Bianca. "Limited edition. Only fifty in the world.""I saw it. I ordered it." Bianca took a delicate sip of her cappuccino. "It arrives next week.""Of course it does." Sophia turned to Vanessa. "And you, darling? Any new acquisitions?"Vanessa smiled mysteriously. "I've had my eye on something. But it's not a bag.""Oh?" Bianca leaned forward. "Do tell.""Cassian Kingsley." Vanessa let the name hang in the air. "We've been getting very

Emory was holding court in the kitchen.She had arrived home from school hours ago, her pink cast now covered in colorful drawings and signatures from her new classmates. Maria, the maid, was sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of tea, listening intently. Paulina, the cook, was pretending to clean the counter but was actually just as engrossed."And then Ruby drew a rainbow on my cast," Emory said, pointing to a wobbly arc of colors that stretched across the plaster. "She used all the colors. Even purple. Purple is my favorite.""It's very beautiful," Maria said."And Caitlyn drew a butterfly. See? It's right here. It has sparkly wings because she used glitter. I got glitter everywhere. Ms. Patterson said I looked like a fairy.""You do look like a fairy," Paulina agreed."And then there's this new boy. His name is Colt. He has a T-Rex named Rex. He brought Rex to school, but Ms. Patterson said toys weren't allowed during class, so he had to put Rex in his cubby. Rex was very sad

When Cassian returned to his table, Julian was staring at him with wide eyes."What the hell happened? Who was that woman? I saw the manager running around like his head was on fire.""Someone attacked her in the corridor. A drunk man. I intervened.""You intervened? You punched someone?""Yes."Julian shook his head slowly. "I leave you alone for five minutes, and you become a vigilante. Is she all right?""She's fine. Shaken, but fine." Cassian sat down and picked up his wine glass. "She works for Whitmore. She's leading the rebranding project. We have a meeting on Monday.""The project head? The one from Australia?""Yes."Julian let out a low whistle. "Well. That's one way to make a first impression." He leaned back in his chair. "We need to talk to the management about security. This place is supposed to be exclusive. They shouldn't be letting drunks wander around assaulting women.""Already handled. The manager is reviewing the footage. The police have been called.""Good." Juli