All Chapters of Untouched for Three Years: Leaving My Billionaire Husband and Return the Pool: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Devon felt the warmth of her lips left on his cheek, and he froze.The contact lasted less than a second.Both of them became still.On their wedding day, Devon had kissed her because the ceremony required it. Their families and the cameras had been watching, and his mouth had touched hers with faultless restraint: the correct kiss for a new husband to give his wife before the applause began.This was nothing like that. No one was watching, and they had no promise left to perform. The accidental touch against his cheek mattered only because both of them allowed it to matter.Devon turned his head slowly. The movement brought his face close enough that Romy felt his breath, but he did not close the final distance. His gaze moved briefly to her mouth before returning to her eyes. One hand lifted, then stopped beside her face without touching her.“Romy,” he said, her name softened into something she had never heard from him before.It was not a claim. It was a question, and he left her

On Monday morning, the black travel bag waited beside the bedroom door.Twenty days remained.Romy checked the zip once, lifted her day bag, and turned to find Devon already holding the larger case.He had faint dark circles under his eyes.“I can carry it myself,” she said, reaching for the handle.Devon shifted the case beyond her fingers. “I know you can. Let me take it downstairs this time.”He did not release it.She allowed him to carry it downstairs.Mercy waited in the entrance hall beside the butler. The housekeeper had supervised departures for business trips, holidays, funerals, and family events for more than a decade. Today her hands were clasped too tightly at her waist.“Your room will be kept ready, Mrs Kensington,” she said. “If you require anything from the manor, you need only call.”Romy looked toward the staircase.The suite above still held clothes she had not packed and the faint peony scent left from the bath Mercy had prepared on Friday. It also held three yea

Romy frowned. Her room took up the entire top floor, while Liam—their captain and the most trusted member of her team—had been assigned to the street next door.She and Liam exchanged a glance. Their expressions both revealed their disapproval of this arrangement.Devon noticed it too.His hand closed once around the edge of the reception desk before relaxing.Liam addressed the manager. “Is there no room of any category available in this building?”The manager hesitated. “No standard guest rooms. The thirty-seventh floor has three executive residential suites that are kept outside the nightly inventory. Two are currently unoccupied, but they are not part of the delegation contract and the rate difference is considerably greater than the upgrade we offered at the Regent.”“Then I’ll pay the difference myself.”Liam removed a black card from his wallet and placed it on the marble.Devon’s gaze dropped to it. “There is no reason to pay that amount when an equivalent suite has already be

The last of Anny’s laughter disappeared when she saw the card. She just let out a quiet “wow.”Romy took the card from its stand. The words were handwritten, formal enough to have been arranged before they arrived. Devon had not only prepared two bedrooms on the thirty-eighth floor. He had ordered dinner for the first evening of the smaller home he had hoped she would accept.He had never mentioned it.Romy set the card beside the second plate and picked up the room phone.“This is Romy Palmer in 3702,” she told guest services. “A dinner service prepared for Penthouse 3801 was transferred here by mistake. Please send the entire meal to Mr Kensington in 3703. I have already eaten with the team, so I don’t need a replacement.”The employee apologized and began explaining that the original residence profile must have remained attached when the room changed.“Then remove it,” Romy said. Her voice remained courteous, but the hand around the receiver tightened. “Every hotel record connected

Tuesday began at 6:07 with Anny carrying a full breakfast tray and saying nothing about it.Romy noticed because Anny usually had an opinion before she reached the table. She disliked the coffee, distrusted hotel eggs, and had spent most of Monday evening trying to determine whether the six pillows on her bed served six different purposes.This morning, she sat beside Romy, opened a container of yogurt, and ate three spoonfuls without speaking.The silence did not suit her. It looked less like calm than something she had forced into place.Across the dining room, Liam signed a transport amendment and returned it to the team administrator. He picked up his breakfast and glanced toward the empty chair opposite Anny.“Is anyone sitting there?” he asked.Anny looked at the chair as though she had only just noticed it. “Whoever gets there first.”Liam sat down.“Morning,” he said.“Morning, Captain.”The title was correct. That was what made it wrong.Liam’s hand paused around his coffee c