All Chapters of I Wanted One Night—My Billionaire Ex Wanted Forever: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

With seven minutes left, Richard finally asks, “Your grandparents… are they well?”“They’re doing well. They’re in France too.”His head lifts sharply. “They left?”“We couldn’t leave them here alone. Mom found them a place near ours.”Richard’s mouth trembles. “Do they still hate me?”After his arrest, his father landed in the hospital and declared he no longer had a son.Richard’s letters have gone unanswered for years; he has seen his parents only in photographs Catherine sends.“They won’t talk about you,” Rosalie says. “But Grandma still reminds Mom what you like and tells her to put more money in your account.”Richard bows his head. His shoulders shake once.“How are they?”“Grandpa’s legs trou

It is eight o’clock when Rosalie enters the private dining room in Riverton Arts Center’s East Wing.Henry told her seven. She arrived an hour late on purpose.Adrian has gone to absurd lengths to make her come to him. Showing up early would give him far too much satisfaction.By eight, dinner should be ending. She can collect the approval and leave.A server opens the door.The room is not what Rosalie expects.Nearly every seat is occupied. Adrian sits at the head, the chair to his right conspicuously empty. Water, wine, and business folders cover the table.There is no food.Conversation fades as Rosalie steps inside. Everyone looks at her.Henry rises. “Mira, over here.”The server has already pulled out the empty chair beside Adrian.Rosalie sits and places her clutch at her side. Before she can mention the ve

Only the bedside lamp is on, filling the bedroom with a dim amber glow.The sheets soon twist beneath them.At first, Adrian remembers to be careful.Whenever Rosalie’s breathing turns too uneven, he slows down and kisses her until she relaxes.She refuses to let him retreat for long, winding her arms around his shoulders and pulling him back.Five years of longing finally has somewhere to go.Neither of them stays patient for long.By the time Rosalie can barely keep her eyes open, her fingers are tangled in the sheets.Adrian kisses the damp hair at her temple, lifts her by the waist, and shifts her beneath him.In the brief moment they separate, he suddenly stops.The hunger in his eyes vanishes.Adrian looks down, checks the condom, and finds a tear along one side.He catches it early, but h

Evan regrets coming back.He cannot hear the caller, but Adrian’s expression grows darker with every second.First he cancels an appointment. Then he states, with chilling emphasis, that he is not sick.Pretending deafness seems safest.They are still standing near the jet bridge exit, however, and the silence soon becomes painful. Evan raises his tablet.“The manufacturing center will submit the schedule for JS-01’s first commercial batches tomorrow. Several production slots still need your approval.”Adrian gives a curt nod. The launch is close enough that every delay now costs money, but even a production crisis feels easier to discuss than that appointment.“Fine.”He starts walking again as though the phone call never happened.A few steps later, he says, “Evan.”“Yes, Mr. Mercer?”“Do you think I need a men’s health specialist?&rd

“Adrian, get up.”Rosalie walks over and pushes his shoulder.He doesn’t react.“Come on. You’re going home.”She grabs his arm and pulls. Adrian looks lean in a suit, but moving him is like trying to drag a stone wall. After several attempts, he remains sunk in the sofa, eyes closed.Her patience snaps. She kicks his shoe.“If you don’t get up, I’m leaving.”Lucas starts to greet her, thinks better of it, and closes his mouth. Evan quietly moves farther down the sofa. Neither man wants her anger turned on him.Adrian still doesn’t move.Rosalie turns toward the door.“Rosie.”A hand closes around her wrist.His grip is remarkably strong for a man who is supposedly drunk.Rosalie takes a slow breath before facing him. “Get up. Your driver is waiting downstairs. The sooner you leave, the sooner everyone can go h