บททั้งหมดของ My Billionaire Boss Baby Daddy Doesn't Remember Me: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

JennaI ended up sitting on a high stool in a dimly lit bar down the street, trying to drown my thoughts in liquid fire.My life was crumbling all over again, falling apart piece by piece just like it did three years ago in Italy.I stared at the amber glass sitting in front of me on the sticky counter, my mind racing in circles.I raised the glass, ready to swallow the last bit of drink I was about to drown in, when a hand reached out and snatched it away.I blinked, turning my head to see Chad sitting down on the empty stool right next to mine."Stop drinking, Jenna," Chad told me softly, setting the glass out of my reach. "It won't help anything.""Chad?" I asked, wiping my dry eyes with the back of my hand. "What are you even doing here?""I saw you walk out of the building looking like a ghost," he said, signaling the bartender to bring a glass of iced water instead. "I followed you to make sure you were safe.""I'm fine," I lied, staring down at my folded hands on the counter."

DANTEJamie opened his mouth, his eyes darting between me and the mess on my desk. "Dante? What's going on?"I didn't answer. I just looked at him—one long, cold glare that told him everything he needed to know.He swallowed hard, nodded, and backed out of the office, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.I don't even remember driving.One second I was staring at the blank screen in my office, and the next, I was sitting at a sticky high-top table in a dimly lit bar downtown. Ice clinked against the glass as I tilted another whiskey back, the alcohol burning down my throat without doing a damn thing to numb the edge in my chest."Look who finally showed up," someone said, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "The great Dante Salvatore actually left his empire to drink with the commoners."I didn't smile or even turn my head. I just lifted the glass again, staring at the amber liquid like it owed me money.What was I even doing here?I wasn't a guy who drank away his afternoon.

JennaThe elevator doors hit together with a dull ding, and I practically sprinted toward the main doors of the building. My feet were killing me, my back was aching, and all I wanted was a bowl of pasta and my oversized sweatpants, especially after all the drama I had endured today. I adjusted the strap of my heavy tote bag on my shoulder and stepped out into the chilly evening air.I checked my phone as I walked toward the parking lot. Chloe had texted me a picture of Marie eating popcorn in her pajamas. I smiled at the screen and slid the phone into my coat pocket. At least I did not have to cook a full meal tonight. I could just zone out and enjoy the rare peace and quiet.The drive home was packed with traffic, but I did not even care. I just turned up the radio and let my brain turn off after nine long hours of answering calls and fixing mess-ups. By the time I finally pulled into my driveway, the sun had fully set, leaving the street lit only by the flickering amber glow of t

JennaI lowered the phone from my ear, my hands shaking so hard I almost dropped the damn thing.The screen went black, but the caller's words were still screaming inside my head.Tom was in the hospital. The same Tom who had tormented me and stalked me and even tried to take my daughter away from me but then disappeared all of a sudden. Now he was back, laying in some hospital bed, and the doctors said he was asking for me.What right did he think he had to ask for me? What made him think I gave a crap whether he was breathing or not?The world would be a much better place of people like him just... Stopped breathing. I squeezed my eyes shut and sucked in a sharp breath, trying to calm my racing heart."Jenna? Hey, look at me. Is everything okay?"Dante's voice pulled me back to the nightmare sitting in my room. I opened my eyes and looked at him standing there. He was fully dressed now, looking concerned, but my mind was fried."Everything is fine," I said quickly. My voice sounde

JennaThe seats of Dante's sports car were soft on my ass, but I couldn't relax. I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, staring straight at the dashboard while he climbed into the driver's side and shut his door with a thud.I reached for my seatbelt, but my hands were still shaking so bad that I couldn't get the metal latch to align with the buckle. I let out a low frustrated sigh under my breath."Here, let me get that for you," Dante said, his voice deep and calm beside me.Before I could tell him that I had it, he leaned across the center console. His broad shoulders blocked out the light from the streetlamps outside, bringing his upper body right over mine.He grabbed the fabric of the belt, his hand brushing against my side as he pulled it down. But instead of clicking it in right away, he paused.He stayed hovering directly over me. His face was just an inch apart from mine, so close that I could feel the hot stroke of his breath right against my upper lip.My throat went dry. My