All Chapters of Pampered by the Dominant Billionaire After My Divorce: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Cecily is vicious, you have no idea,” Jessica’s eyes glinted with something dark as she lowered her head, tears spilling endlessly. “Even back then, she came to me herself and told me I wasn’t allowed to be with you! Yes, I made mistakes… but she had no right to be so cruel and take away my child… sob…”Her crying grew louder, almost overwhelming.Adam’s chest felt like it was being ripped apart.He knew he shouldn’t let her words get to him. He shut his eyes hard. “Jessica, do you really think that just because you left, I was supposed to keep waiting for you? That now you’ve come back, I should treat you like nothing happened? That you can say a few words, tug at my heart, and suddenly we’re back to the way we used to be?”“Isn’t that true?” Jessica tilted her tear-streaked face up, trying to force a smile, but it collapsed under the weight of her sobbing. “Adam, these two years… I’ve loved you every single day. I’ve never stopped, not for a moment. And I don’t believe you’ve forgo

“Mr. Boucheron…” Cecily’s voice was hoarse as she called out.Vince only lifted his gaze once, those dark eyes flat and unreadable, then dropped them again to continue wrapping his wound.“If you are about to say thank you, don’t. This is a Boucheron Group project. Even if it wasn’t you, even if it were someone else on my site, I wouldn’t let them get hurt.”It was like he was deliberately reminding her of that night, when she told him they should keep their distance.Cecily froze. Vince had already finished bandaging his hand and stood up.His jacket was tossed aside, leaving only a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, navy tie knotted to perfection. His features were cut sharp like they’d been carved by God himself, his profile severe against the sunlight. Even standing in a dusty hardhat at a gray construction site, that cold aura clung to him, impossible to hide.“Miles, what’s next on the schedule?” Vince asked evenly.Miles hesitated, glancing at his boss’s injured hand. “Nothi

No one answered Frank Miller, because Dr. Jeffrey had already opened the VIP room door.The woman outside was indeed Cecily.She wore a Chanel office dress—light gray against fair skin, soft and composed. Her hair was pinned back, showing a long, delicate neck. Light makeup, neat and polite without being flashy—just right.Seeing Jeffrey, she paused, then gave a small, apologetic smile. “Sorry, I think I’ve got the wrong room…”She started to turn, but Jeffrey chuckled. “Cecily, right? Vince is in here. Come on in.”Cecily halted. She remembered this man—at the Boucheron family banquet, he’d steadied her once. She glanced past his shoulder into the room.There was a haze of smoke, but nothing that blocked her sight. Even among several equally well-dressed men, Vince Boucheron was the one you spotted in a heartbeat.Jeffrey smiled and led the way back in.Holding a black suit jacket, Cecily hesitated, then followed.Vince was seated a bit farther in. Harley had already stood, hands in

“Later, I snuck back to take another look. Cecily was in there with Frank, Jeffrey, and Harley—playing mahjong. And the way she and Frank acted… a little too close.”Jessica hadn’t understood why Vince had called her over, but once she saw the scene inside, everything clicked.For a moment, she wondered if Vince was deliberately taking it out on Cecily—like she had somehow offended him and now he was retaliating.But regardless, Cecily had only herself to blame. If she hadn’t been hanging around with those men, Jessica never would’ve caught her in such a compromising situation. Couldn’t resist temptation? Then don’t blame anyone else.Watching Cecily laugh and chat with men Jessica could never hope to get close to, jealousy burned through her. Cecily always had the upper hand, standing above her by virtue of her background. Even Adam Garcia—her Adam—had married Cecily instead of her.“Adam, don’t be mad…” Jessica tugged at his arm, forcing a weak smile despite his glacial expression.

Just seeing Adam for a moment wiped the rest of Cecily’s appetite for Mahjong with those guys.She was about to suggest he grab a cab home when she felt the man suddenly move around to her passenger door and open it.Seeing she didn’t move, he raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. “What’s wrong?” then just sat down in the passenger seat like it was the most normal thing in the world.Cecily swallowed the words in her throat. Whatever — her place really wasn’t far from Vince’s apartment anyway.She slid into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and drove off.The city was lit up; a giant LED on a nearby tower was running a shampoo ad — the model in the ad was Jessica. She’d returned from UK with a shine about her, now a well-known pianist and a face brands wanted. Cecily had even heard at the Garcia ad dept. a couple days ago that Jessica was already a candidate to endorse the Windsor Place project.She’d barely come back and Adam was already bending over backward to win her favor.Thi