Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 319

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The drive wasn’t that long, and apart from having a small chat here and there, we remained silent. For the first time since I can remember, the silence between us was comfortable. 

On the rare occasions that we drove together, Rowan would do his best to ignore me, while I tried my best to engage him in a conversation. It would always leave the atmosphere feeling awkward and weird. 

“Why are you smiling?” I ask him when he gets out to help me out of the car. 

His smile should be a weapon of mass distraction for women. Sure, he’s hot, but when Rowan smiles, it just elevates his looks to another level. 

“Can’t I be happy that I’m taking my woman out?” he asks, his head tilted to the side. (2) 

For some reason, I giggle. I’m not the kind of woman to giggle. I’ve never giggled in my entire life. In fact, I used to find it repulsive when a grown ass woman did it, yet I was doing it. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why the hell I giggled.” I apologize while trying to pull myself together 

He takes my hand, and I wrap it around his bicep. The intimacy between us is wild. Sometimes I pinch myself just to make sure that I’m not dreaming. 

“You don’t have to apologize… It actually suits you, and I like it.” 

I’m really not convinced, but I smile anyway. 

We make our way to the entrance of the restaurant. Just like I guessed, the place was extravagant, and it screamed money. I internally laughed; I knew it. Rowan really didn’t have a clue about my likes and dislikes. 

“Mr. Wood, your table is ready,” the hostess says the minute she spots us. 

Rowan just gives her a nod, and she begins walking, leading us to our table. I ignore the heads that turn to look at us. Rowan was famous, and according to Letty, so was I because of my foundation. I hate fame, and as much as I had looked forward to this date, the excitement was starting to dwindle. 

The hostess leaves after serving us wine, promising that a waiter will be by to take our orders. 

“Have I told you that you look stunning tonight?” he asks, breaking the silence. 

I grin at him. “No, you haven’t.” 

“Well, you do, Ava. You look really stunning. I can’t keep my eyes off you.” 

My friends were right about this dress, because I see the heat and hunger in his eyes. I also see 

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get what he said that day, but come on! Does he know how hard it is to sleep by his side every night and wake up to him kissing me, or every time he grabs my waist and pulls me flush against his body, yet every time things begin to get heated, he steps back? 

He’s killing me slowly, and I don’t even know whether he realizes it or not. 

“Thank you,” I smile, taking a sip of my wine. 

My eyes scan the place. Sure, it was a really lovely place if you liked fancy places, but it isn’t for me. I just didn’t know how to tell him that. 1 

“Ava?” His voice pulls me back to the present, and I look at him. 

“Yeah?” 

“You spaced out.” 

“Sorry about that.” 

I try to remain focused, but I just can’t. Gosh, I feel so fucking terrible. Here I am on a date with him. A date I’ve been looking forward to, yet I can’t help but wish that I was somewhere else. (3 

His soft laughter forces me to look at him. He was leaning against the chair with one hand on the table. He looked smug and had a smirk plastered on his face. Tilting my head, I focus on him, wondering what he found amusing. 

“What?” I ask in irritation. “What’s so funny?” 

Instead of answering, he stands up and gives me his hand. I look at him confused, wondering if he has lost his damn mind. 

“Come on, Ava, we have somewhere to be,” he tells me almost impatiently. 

“What about the dinner?” I asked. 

“What about it? You really think I don’t know that you hate these kinds of fancy places? This was just a decoy; I wanted to see whether you would tell me or suffer through it” 2 

I stare at him, not really sure I heard him right. He already knew that I hated it here? I don’t know whether I should be impressed or pissed off at him right now. I was leaning more on being pissed. He should have just said so from the beginning. 

“Come on, our real date awaits,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me up. Before leaving, he grabs my purse and shoves it under his arm. 

“What about the reservation?” I ask as we walk out. 

“Don’t worry about that… Gabe and I own the place, and the hostess knew that I wasn’t 

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He helps me get in before rounding the car and getting in himself. After we’re both buckled in, he starts the car, and I turn to face him.