Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 295

Chapter 0295

I chuckled, but I was itching to ask her why she called so that she could get to it and the call could end.

Instead of going straight to why she called, she pouted her lips, “Come on give me a better view. I shouldn’t even be asking!”

“You should learn to never lose focus, Sharon, that’s one of the important rules of business and life in general” I said with feigned seriousness, “why did you call?”

She giggled, palming her mouth. Then with a gesture of her hand, she roamed my face, “You look even hotter with all of that serious look on.” She sighed dreamily, “Aren’t I just lucky to have such a hot hunk as mine?”

“For real Sh

I sighed, “For real, Sharon, why did you call?”

She jutted out her bottom lip. “Your soon–to–be fiancée doesn’t need a reason to call. I can call you whenever I want. I can just call you to hear your voice. You had better get used to that.”

“Of course,” I murmured. “Now, get to the point, lady. I was working when your call came in,” I felt a pang of guilt at the smooth lie.

She rolled her eyes, “When did you get this boring? You wouldn’t give me a better view,” her gaze lowered to the end of the screen before they hiked back up to my face, “And you wouldn’t stay to chat with me for a while.”

“It’s work. Not my fault.”

“Anyhoo,” she beamed, “Check this out,” she said as she flipped the camera from selfie mode to the rear.

The rear camera panned across the velvety night, revealing the city’s twinkling lights and the little stars in the cloud before homing in on a strikingly familiar structure.

I squinted at the building. “Sharon, that’s my house.”

The camera was immediately switched back to selfie mode as she chirped with a big grin, “What do you think?”

I wanted to scoff. What do I think? Why are you able to show me my house! Why are you near my house!

“Well,” she began without waiting for my response, “I moved into your house.”

My brows hiked up my hairline and I blinked, wondering if I heard wrong. “You what?” Perhaps it was high time I tell her how I really felt, damned the consequences. “Why would you move in without-”

I stopped abruptly when I realized that she was cackling to herself.

Nice one.