Alle Kapitel von Pampered by the Dominant Billionaire After My Divorce: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Cecily set down her pen but didn’t look up. “You don’t have to go back with me. Once I’m home, I’ll explain to Mom myself.”“Explain what?” Adam’s face darkened, his eyes narrowing. “Cecily, you’re not seriously upset, are you? I didn’t think you were the type to be so dramatic.”Dramatic?She shut her eyes for a moment. And what exactly would not being dramatic look like?“My husband is going shopping for clothes with his mistress before coming home to pick me up. Adam, do you really not think that’s cruel?”Knowing she wouldn’t be able to focus on her design work now, Cecily tossed her pen aside and looked up at the man in front of her—handsome, composed, flawless.He really was striking: the high bridge of his nose, the cool curve of his lips, those eyes that, when soft, made a woman feel as if she could have the whole world. With a man like this, how could women not fall for him?“If there’s nothing else, Adam, please leave. I have work to do.”It was a dismissal in all but name.

But she wasn’t Stella.Even at the very edge of despair, there was still that stubborn sliver of hope in her heart for that man.She knew she was beyond saving. And yet, she just couldn’t let it go—if all her years of effort disappeared like foam on the water, then what would her love even amount to?Curling her lips into a faint, bitter smile, Cecily spotted Stella a short distance away, “accidentally” losing her footing and falling into the arms of a tall, sharp-featured man. Cecily let out a long breath and stood up to leave.—In the main hall of The Onyx Club, Miles had just handed his car keys to the valet when he caught sight of Cecily walking out, looking a little dazed. He was surprised, but didn’t stop—he hurried on inside.—Private VIP suite at The Onyx Club.This was no ordinary suite. It was Frank Miller’s private spot—more low-key and luxurious than the standard rooms.At the moment, the air inside was thick with smoke. Some were shuffling cards, some queuing up songs,

“It’s like this—I was supposed to drive Mr. Boucheron back to his apartment, but the hospital just called. My girlfriend’s been in a car accident and she’s there now. I can’t find anyone else, and when I came into The Onyx Club earlier, I saw you there. Could I trouble you to take him home for me? He’s drunk and can’t drive. I wouldn’t feel comfortable letting just anyone do it.”“…,” Cecily took a deep breath, pressing her hand to her forehead. “But…”“Please, Cecily,” Miles’s voice cracked with urgency. “It’s serious over there, I need to get to the hospital right now. I’m begging you—what if something happens to her?”Not knowing the extent of his girlfriend’s injuries, Cecily couldn’t bring herself to turn him down in such a situation—especially with the Windsor Place project in play. She didn’t want to leave Miles with a bad impression.“…Fine. Where are you?”“Parking lot, Section A, spot XXX. License plate XXXXX.”Before she could say more, Miles hung up—worried he’d give himse

Her hand brushed along the inside of his thigh, the warmth of his pocket seeping into her palm—not unpleasant, but enough to make her tense. She searched for a while without finding the key, a fine sheen of sweat breaking across her forehead.His thigh was solid and well-defined. No matter how careful she was, contact was unavoidable.Whether it was the fever or sheer embarrassment, Cecily’s face was hot all the way to her ears. She finally gave up on that side, leaning over to try the other pocket. It was farther away, at an awkward angle, and took several passes—each one making her breath catch in mortification—before her fingers finally closed around the key.Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought his body stiffened for a moment.Exhaling slowly, she dared one last glance at the man—so absurdly handsome that it was unfair, even with his eyes closed—and felt her cheeks heat again. Thinking of how Laura would never let her live this down if she knew, Cecily murmured under her

Cecily shifted, pressing her head closer into Vince’s chest until she found a comfortable spot. Within moments, she drifted back into a deep sleep.…Jeffrey stared at the scene in front of him, utterly baffled.Vince—their group’s legendary, “Cold fish” who’d never shown interest in women—was right now holding a woman in his arms with what could only be described as tenderness.If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would’ve sworn it was impossible.“Vince, I need to give her an injection.”Jeffrey swallowed, waving the syringe he’d just prepared right in front of Vince’s face. The second he did, Vince’s expression turned dark.“She’s burning up. This is the fastest way to bring down a fever.”Jeffrey stopped shaking the needle and rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to look innocent.It was just an injection, for crying out loud—not like he was going to do anything outrageous! But the way Vince was looking at him, you’d think that if he so much as made her flinch, Vince would