All Chapters of Pampered by the Dominant Billionaire After My Divorce: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

She smoothed her jacket. After the rather vigorous events of earlier in the car, the OL suit she'd been wearing all day was thoroughly creased. She was unsteady on her feet getting out — she held herself straight through sheer will.She nodded at Grandpa Gavin and Ethan with what she hoped was appropriate composure. "Grandpa Gavin. Mr. Boucheron. I'm sorry for arriving so unexpectedly."Grandpa Gavin looked at Cecily's reddened eyes, then at his grandson's rigid back — Vince had turned around now, and his expression was actively bad — and arrived at a fairly complete picture. He rounded on Vince. "What do you mean walking off by yourself while Ms. Harrison was still in the car?!"He'd entirely forgotten his earlier grievances and switched over to attacking Vince.He thought: thirty-five years alone, this man, and here is a woman who can actually tolerate what even he himself struggles to tolerate. And Vince can't see what's in front of him. No wonder he's been alone this long.Vince's

She was crying.Tonight she'd wanted to make a good impression on the Boucheron family. That was over now.Vince's pulse beat hard at his temple. He looked at her — the genuine hurt of it — and couldn't hold onto the cold. He wrapped his arms around her, voice gentling. "All right. Tonight was my fault. I was the one out of line. Stop crying. Let's go back, or we can go home, whatever you want."She gripped his white shirt and had just started to say something—The door opened from outside.Cecily had touched the handle earlier when she tried to leave, and must have unknowingly unlocked it.Ethan stood in the doorway. His expression was neutral. "Grandpa Gavin asked me to come tell you — and I'm quoting — 'the whole family sitting here waiting for two people is not how this works.'"Cecily buried her face in Vince's chest before she'd fully registered what was happening. She heard Ethan's voice and went bright red, her body going rigid in Vince's arms.Vince patted her back. He looked

Vince looked at her with a half-smile. "Now you think of her."Cecily remembered that in today's argument she'd completely forgotten Sisi was there, and felt a wave of embarrassment. Vince was already walking toward the door. "Don't worry. Carol let her out in the garden earlier. She's fine."Cecily exhaled in relief.……Vince came back shortly, carrying a bag — vaguely familiar, though Cecily couldn't immediately place it. He was still in his white shirt and black trousers from earlier, sleeves rolled back, wearing the dark-brown slippers she'd bought him, a strangely domestic quality softening his usually severe bearing. Just watching him walk slowly back into the room, Cecily felt something settle quietly in her chest. She averted her eyes hurriedly, fixing them on the television. "Turn the volume down a little. We don't want to disturb anyone upstairs."The humor in his eyes was faint, but unmistakable. He nodded with a straight face. "Of course."When he changed the disc he held

He dropped another cigarette.Memories he hadn't meant to revisit crowded back in. He remembered the early days of their marriage — when she hadn't yet given up. She'd made breakfast every morning. She'd been at the door every evening. She had memorized his food preferences, his mild stomach condition, his favorite brands and habits, everything he liked and everything he couldn't stand, every small detail of his life.He had never once eaten at a table she prepared.He had done it deliberately. He'd known, at the time, that he was doing it deliberately.He'd told himself it was because she had harmed his child with Jessica. He bent forward over the steering wheel now, a headache building behind his eyes, coughing heavily into the dark.He remembered a night at Harley's bar. He'd arranged it — brought a woman, spent the night at a hotel, and had Harley call Cecily to come collect him. She'd arrived while the woman was still in his arms, still in his bed. He'd already been drunk enough

Cecily's heart jumped. That smile of his carried too many things at once — she couldn't quite read what this meant.Was he displeased that she was keeping distance from him in front of Monica?She spread the draft on the coffee table in front of him, tucked the strand of hair that had slipped to her cheek back behind her ear, and asked quietly: "A black coffee?"She'd noticed over the past weeks — when he was working, he habitually reached for a black coffee.Vince looked at her — those clear, dark eyes carrying a deliberate warmth — and felt a fresh wave of irritation. He put the cigarette back between his lips, turned his head away, and looked at the plans on the table. "Whatever," he said flatly.The two cold words made Cecily flinch. Monica's mouth curved. "Off you go, then — one black coffee, bring it back quickly, don't keep our guest waiting."A pair of beautiful eyes fixed coldly on Cecily as she said it.Cecily pressed her hands together briefly and turned, walking out of the