Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

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I tried to reason with her again, “At least loomed at the phone in her gro As you must have seen havent been in touch with raised my eyebrows. as I made air quotes with my fingers around my new words, your men since the divorce. So I’m not a threat to you

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No matter what I said, Bella still clung to the phone, “Sit down and have a cup of coffee with me, then I’ll give it back.”

Seriously!

“I don’t want to sit down and have a damned cup of coffee with you Just hand over the phone! I stated clearly, exasperated and folding back the urge to lunge at her

“Okay then,” the reclined in her seat and tucked the phone in her pocket. Ste glanced up at me with a deceiving sweet smile. “You can leave.”

My chest rose and fell in anger. It was so unfortunate that she was pregnant else I wouldn’t have hesitated to vent out my anger and frustration on her And I knew that was what she was also betting at it was why she dared to be so daring. She knew that no matter what she did, I would not get physical with a pregnant woman and even if I did would be a fault and the cops wil definitely not favor me when they arrive Afterall, I was beating up a defenseless and helpless pregnant women.

I rolled my eyes and sighed in resignation. I plopped down on the seat. Then I summoned one of the waiters and demanded a new cup of coffee while refusing to acknowledge the sickening look of satisfaction and triumph that Bella wore boldly.

Just a cup of coffee, please,” I said to the diligent water who was already by my side. The water nodded and smiled and went back to fetch my order

I finally turned to face Bella when I heard her sneer. She had a densive look on. Then she opened her mouth and poured out her mooking words. “And here I was thinking you were rushing to meet a man. I think too highly of wou don’t I?”

I glanced at her, “You think too much about irrelevancies in that head of yours, Bella. Well, I don’t waste all of my invaluable time on men like you seem to always do, I don’t have spare to spend plotting how to ruin someone’s marriage or devising how I..uld sink my claws in a rich man’s pocket, I have my own career to spend time on.”

She was quiet for a while, a storm raging in her eyes as she pinned me with her hot gaze. Then she took a deep breath and said sarcastically, “So what is this career of yours? Being a stalker and eavesdropping on people’s secrets for some meager change? For as long as I’ve known you, you have been jobless and broke.”