Dumping My Billionaire Ex novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9 

Randall Silva was a rising figure skater over the last couple of years. 

When Sharon and Irene showed up at the ice rink, Randall was chilling by the railing, skates on, and still in his practice gear. Tall and slender, his clothes billowed in the wind like he was straight out of a fairy tale. His face, especially, was a knockout–like he’d just walked out of a masterpiece, with strands of hair falling softly, framing that noble air of his perfectly. 

Upon seeing Sharon, a shy smile appeared on Randall’s handsome face as he greeted her gently. “Hey, Sharon? 

Sharon pulled Irene closer and introduced, “trene, this is my friend, Randall.” 

“Randall, you’re so gorgeous, like Adonis, Irene blurted out, finally free from the restraints of the Stanley family and speaking her mind. 

Randall chuckled, slightly embarrassed, and handed Irene a delicate white bracelet as a gift. 

Irene was delighted and started playing with it immediately. 

Once Irene stepped away. Randall looked at Sharon with concern. “Sharon, I heard about what happened. Are you okay?” 

Sharon shrugged casually. “It’s all in the past. I’m good now 

Randall’s expression flickered with understanding. He could tell Sharon wasn’t entirely over her past marriage but chose not to press further. 

“Why don’t we put on a skating show?” he suggested thoughtfully, hoping to lift her spirits. 

The idea tempted Sharon. Although her skills were not as polished as Randall’s, she had taken the sport seriously enough to persuade him in the past and had grown to love it herself, 

“Sure, let’s do it. It’ll be fun. Plus, I’d like to bring Irene along. Sharon responded with a smile. 

Randall had no objections 

Hearing she was going ice skating with them, Irene clapped her hands and spun around in excitement. 

Randall then collected skates and practice outbus for them and led them onto the ice. 

He began by showing Irene around, teaching her simple moves while Sharon warmed up on the side. 

To everyone’s surprise, Irene quickly mastered the basics and soon was skating confidently under Randall’s guidance. 

Sharon skated over, took Irene’s other hand, and the three of them glided across the ice together. 

Their striking appearance–a handsome man, a beautiful woman, and a charming child–caught the eyes of onlookers who couldn’t help but admire. 

Music filled the air overhead at some point, and instinctively, Sharon spun Irene out toward Randall who caught her silently on the other side. 

Irene giggled with joy, pleading for more. 

Sharon lifted her up, and Randall, following behind, respectfully supported her waist while spinning her around, 

Confident in Randall’s skating prowess, Sharon let loose to the lively music. Her dance background shone through as she moved rhythmically, 

y, her every motion in syne with the beat. Her body, graceful and lithe, swirled in Randall’s arms like seaweed drifting through the water. It was effortlessly alluring. 

Randall’s gaze grew tender, his arms gently embracing as he allowed Sharon and Irene to whirl in his arms, his smile radiantly affectionate. 

Meanwhile, Tilda and Edwin arrived at the ice skating rink. As she observed thein effortlessly gliding across the ice, Tilda exclaimed, “Wow, look at that picture–perfect family!” 

Edwin glanced up: 

a and noticed ihrer elegant figures skating. He didn’t initially recognize Irene and Sharon due to their helmets. Like Tilda, he was struck by the beauty of the scene. 

As the music stopped, Sharon unbitched her helmet and swung her long hair around with a flourish, cheering. “That was freaking awesome!” 

When Edwin saw Sharon’s face, surprise was written all over his. He had never known Sharon to skate, especially not with such 

ch grace. In his eyes, she was always the manipulator, blatud in every other way.