Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 0205 

Sydney’s POV 

I pulled back from the hug when heard a clap. 

I looked at him, my face a few inches from his with my arms still woven around his neck, “Why’d you clap? “I asked with a small smile, my eyes searching his face curiously. There was a playful glint in his eyes that made me wonder what he was up to. 

He only smiled back. He didn’t need to answer my question because one of his men opened the door to my room and walked in at that moment. 

The man held a shopping bag in his hand. “Good evening, sir,” he politely inclined his head in greeting. then he nodded at me, “Ma’am.” His stoic expression gave nothing away about the contents of the bag. 

I looked from him to Dylan, keeping my arms looped around Dylan’s neck. 

“What’s that?” I arched a questioning brow, “Is that mine?” A tiny flutter of excitement stirred in my chest at the thought that Dylan may have actually gotten me a gift. 

He nodded with a smile, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks possessively. “All yours.” 

Then I abruptly brightened up, my eyes alight with delight as I realized he really had gotten something for 

1. me. 

“You got me something!” I exclaimed, unable to hide the pleased surprise in my tone. A part of me still couldn’t quite believe he would do something like that, 

He cocked his head to a side with a mocking thinking face, playing it up. 

“Hmm,” he hummed, dragging it out, “Something like that.” Then he turned to the man that still remained there like a statue, awaiting further instructions. 

“Leave,” Dylan ordered the man out in a clipped tone that brooked no argument. 

With a final nod, the man left the room, pulling the door closed quietly behind him. 

Excitedly, of course it was mostly an act on my part, I jumped down from his lap and grabbed the shopping bag the man had dropped on the floor. Part of me wondered if this gift was truly for my benefit, or if it was simply a calculated move to keep me pliant and cooperative. 

My eyes roved over the Italian name of the high–end clothing line printed on the bag and I could tell that it was likely a dress that was inside. A rush of conflicting emotions swirled through me – pleasure at receiving such an expensive gift, curiosity about what it would look like, but also apprehension about the likely motive behind it. 

Why? I found myself asking internally. To placate me? To keep me from getting too upset? I scoffed Inwardly, wondering if he even truly cared about my feelings at all. I mean it would be nice for him to be worried enough about me to think of getting me a gift just so that I wouldn’t get angry with him. But it was obvious that Dylan hadn’t gotten to that level of consideration with me, at least not yet, seeing as he still intended to send me away to be with that vile Tavon. 

Oh? I suddenly realized, he probably got me this gift because of his own selfish and infuriating request for me to go willingly to meet with Lucas‘ despicable uncle Tavon. The 

gift was likely just his way of buttering 

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