All Chapters of Pampered by the Dominant Billionaire After My Divorce: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“For me?”“Of course!” Stella looked at the woman in front of her—sweet, a little slow on the uptake, and yet somehow the one who’d completely won over Vince. She was honestly impressed.“Do you even know when Vince came back to take over Boucheron Group?”“Wasn’t it two months ago?” Cecily did know that much.“Then think about it—when did the Windsor Place project start?”“…” Cecily paused. “Also two months ago.”“Exactly!” Stella shook her head. “Doesn’t that make it obvious? He noticed you during the Windsor Place project, decided to stay in New York because of you, and then planned to move his company back here too.”Cecily didn’t really think Vince would go that far for a woman he’d only known for a month back then—but hearing it put that way still made her secretly happy.Stella shot her a look.“Hey, hey, I know you’re deep in the honeymoon phase, but do you have to rub it in like this? Look at that lovestruck face—no wonder Vince’s got you completely wrapped around his finger.

“What do you mean ‘it’s fine’?” Stella tossed the chips aside and looked at Cecily seriously. “A man like Vince—what kind of women hasn’t he seen? You think just standing in front of him like that will make him pounce on you?”She went on, getting more worked up by the second. “I’m telling you, you were way too casual with Adam back then. Didn’t you see the women around him? As seductive as they come! So next time Vince is standing in front of you, your expression has to be alluring, your movements teasing, your eyes enough to completely trap him. Bottom line—this time, you have to get his heart and soul firmly in your hands!”The more Stella talked, the more fired up she got. Cecily’s face was already red all the way down to her neck. In the end, she couldn’t help asking,“So when Ethan pinned you down… were you like that too?”Stella nearly choked. She shot Cecily a fierce glare.“Don’t poke where it hurts! That bastard—my eyes must’ve been glued shut back then to ever fall for him.

When you truly care about someone, you inevitably start caring about how their family sees you, too.All of a sudden, a warm, solid hand wrapped around Cecily’s left hand.She jolted and looked up, straight into Vince’s narrowed eyes. There was a sharp, icy glint in them. Seeing the redness around her eyes, his lips pressed into a tight line.“Not a chance?” he said coolly. “Then there’s always a way I’m getting married—why are you getting so worked up?”“You little bastard!” Grandpa Gavin exploded. “I’m your grandfather!”“So grandfathers exist just to block their grandsons’ happiness?”Vince shot back immediately.Grandpa Gavin choked on that. He was so angry he nearly couldn’t breathe. He grabbed the glass of water next to him and gulped down a few mouthfuls, only to choke again, coughing so hard his face and neck turned red.Cecily instinctively stepped forward, but Vince tightened his grip on her hand and said coldly,“Didn’t you hear how he talked about us just now? Why help him

The box contained nothing remotely resembling snacks. It was packed floor to ceiling with adult novelties. On top sat a lingerie set that barely constituted fabric — several strips of black lace glaring up at them — and beneath that were various items of various sizes…Cecily's phone rang. She startled and grabbed it reflexively, and because her hands were shaking she accidentally hit speaker. The voice that came through was warm and knowing: "Miss, your package arrived safely, yes? The condoms and the discs were all added per Stella's instructions — bonus items, just for you. Wishing you a wonderful time~"Then the line went dead.A terrible silence fell over the entryway.It stretched on. Long enough that Cecily felt the world was ending. Finally Grandpa Gavin's face turned a steely gray, and he let out a loud, disgusted snort. He yanked the front door open and left.Cecily stood in front of the box. For the first time in her life she felt this profoundly wretched. Her eyes stung re

She went into the bathroom to wash up. On the shelf in front of the mirror: two rinse cups, two toothbrushes. In addition to her usual toiletries, there was now a set of men's things as well.On the towel rack, a dark navy towel had appeared at some point, hanging pressed up against hers.All of it was horribly familiar. The morning after she'd spent the night at Vince's apartment, she'd woken to find his bathroom arranged exactly this way—Then her gaze moved to the laundry basket beside the sink. Beneath her own things from last night — her beige bra on top — was a pair of black boxer briefs. Vince's.Cecily's face went immediately, spectacularly red.Her phone rang. She looked at it: Vince. She hit Decline.Vince was at the airport, about to board. He looked at his phone with mild interest when it was declined. In a temper this early?He rang again.This time Cecily answered. She wasn't particularly gracious about it. "Hello?"Vince laughed quietly. "Upset?"Cecily didn't respond.