Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 478

"I am the mother of your child. I am your wife," Angela said.

"You're not anymore." Trey's words were sharp and cold. He yanked her arms away with a forceful motion.

But somehow, the sudden pull only sent Angela's slender body crashing against him. Ignoring the pain, she pressed her hands to his head and kissed him fiercely.

The struggle and sounds carried to Alicia and Stanley, who were nearby.

Alicia rose, intending to check, but Stanley quickly held her back.

It was only after a long while that the two emerged. Alicia's eyes immediately caught the marks on their necks, and she raised a brow at Stanley.

"Trey, you've been exhausted for days. Why don't you rest here today? I've prepared the guest room—it's very comfortable."

Stanley urged quickly, glancing at Angela.

Sure enough, she said nothing. Trey and Angela's relationship needed thawing, and Stanley and Alicia acting as intermediaries could help smooth things over.

Angela rubbed her sore shoulders, carefully observing Trey's reaction.

"No need. I'm going back."

Trey didn't give Stanley the chance to insist, leaving immediately. Naturally, Angela didn't stay behind either.

Alicia stood up, realizing things weren't going as planned. Stanley hadn't even gotten the chance to discuss work with Angela yet.

He hurried after them, escorting Angela to the downstairs entrance.

"Angela, I'll leave Trey in your care. Everyone at home is feeling heavy-hearted right now, so please bear with them."

"I will. Trey is going through a difficult time. I'll take care of him."

Trey knew Angela would follow. He sat in the passenger seat, exhausted after days of barely three hours of sleep. His eyelids were heavy, almost impossible to keep open.

Angela didn't disturb him on the drive, letting him sleep all the way home.

Back at the house, Trey went straight to the bedroom. Angela hadn't entered yet, and he had already closed the door. The cold treatment continued.

Earlier, at Alicia's, Angela had forced a kiss, and for a moment, Trey had responded. He hadn't rejected her physically, but he was still unwilling to discuss anything emotional.

Angela knew better than to push.

After a few knocks, she finally stepped inside.

Trey lay on the bed in his sleepwear, untouched, only a blanket draped over him. The curtains were drawn, and the room was heavy with a tense, oppressive atmosphere.