Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire in oil-stained hands : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Chapter 72 Fafane After leaving the hospital, I sat behind the wheel in the parking lot and let the tears fall. A lot had happened to me since I got my second chance at life, but this was one of those moments I couldn’t hold inside. Quashawn never told me he owned the mechanic shop where he worked. That, I could understand. I had mistaken him for a mechanic on our blind date, and he'd let me believe it. But this? This wasn’t a small detail; this was his entire identity. How could he not tell me? Did he not trust me? Did he think I was after his money? I hated even thinking that. All I knew was that sorry wouldn’t fix this. A warm lavender bath wasn’t going to fix it either. I wiped my eyes and reached for the ignition when my phone rang. Without checking the screen, I answered. “Yes. What is it?” “Fafane. It’s nice to hear your voice,” the voice on the other line said. I froze, pulling the phone away from my ear. I looked at the screen. Henry. I cleared my throat. “What do y

Chapter 74 Fafane The next morning, after getting dressed, I came downstairs and found breakfast already on the table. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and watched Quashawn set down the last few dishes. I sighed. If he thought food was going to make me forgive him, he had another thing coming, but I wasn’t about to refuse good food either. One thing about my husband: he was a damn good cook, and I was going to enjoy every bite of whatever he made. After watching him for another second, I hardened my expression and approached the table. “Good morning,” he said. “Good morning.” I poured myself a cup of coffee. “You don’t have to cook every day. You’re still recovering.” I might’ve been angry with him, but I didn’t want my husband dropping dead in front of me. He pulled out a chair. “I know, but I can’t sit still. I might as well cook for my wife.” There was so much hope in his eyes that I deliberately looked away. I buttered my toast and started eating; everything was g

Chapter 76 Fafane Back at the office, the box Grandma had given me sat on my desk, staring back at me like it could destroy my life at any moment. Then again, it already had. With shaky fingers, I reached inside and pulled out the photograph again. I stared at the person in it, trying to force myself to remember something, anything. Something about them felt familiar; I knew it, but no matter how hard I searched my memory, nothing came. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in.” My investigator walked inside and took the chair across from my desk. “You wanted to see me, Miss?” “Yes.” I slid the photograph across the desk. “I found something that might help with the investigation into my family.” He picked it up, studying it carefully before looking at me. “Is this the original?” I nodded. “Yes, but I can have a copy made for you.” “That would be best. And if possible, I’d like copies of everything else that was inside the box,” he said. “Of course.” I called

Chapter 78 Fafane “Ugh, I never want to drink again,” I mumbled under my breath as I got behind the wheel. Who knew a couple of drinks and feeling sorry for myself could leave me with this level of headache? I almost shook my head, then thought better of it. Nope, one wrong movement and it was over for me. Anyway, I had more important things to deal with. Ever since Grandma gave me that box, she hadn’t been talking much. In fact, she’d become quieter than before, and now I couldn’t stop thinking about the bank. What exactly did Grandpa leave there? I was more nervous than I wanted to admit. The drive from my house to the bank took almost an hour. I’d forgotten how bad morning traffic could be. By the time I arrived, I was already exhausted and ready to crawl back into bed. Standing outside, I pulled out my phone and called my assistant. “Hey, can you handle things at the office today? I’ll be at home if you need anything.” “Of course. Um, is everything okay?” she asked, concer

Chapter 80 Fafane “Quashawn, you liar!” I exclaimed as I stepped fully inside the house. I turned to face him, only to find an embarrassed expression on his face. He scratched the back of his head. “Why are we still bringing that up?” I couldn’t help but laugh as I continued teasing him. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you conveniently forgot to mention this little part of your life?” I crossed my arms over my chest before turning to admire the house once more. “Tell me, were you scared that I’d see how the other half lives and decide to take all your money?” “What?!” His head shook so violently that I was afraid he’d give himself whiplash. “No! It was never like that!” I couldn’t help but laugh as I walked up the stairs, with him following closely behind me, desperately trying to come up with the right explanation. Unfortunately for him, none of his excuses made any sense. By the time we reached the top, I was still grinning. I rose onto my tiptoes, grabbed his face between