From Divorced Wife To The Top Heiress novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62.

Chapter 62

Dylan narrowed his eyes. “Spit it out.”

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Miles shot Dylan a glare. “Mr. Ashford, leave Stella alone. She’s spent three exhausting years patching your life together. Can’t you let her breathe?

“She fixed your leg and kept your business from capsizing. Mr. Grant is the man who actually fits her.”

A murderous haze clouded Dylan’s eyes. Ice cracked in his voice as he stared at his assistant. “Miles, do you even hear yourself? Spencer fits her? How the hell did you divine that? Move.”

Dylan didn’t understand the fury; he only knew the sight of Stella beside Spencer felt like a brand on his skin. ‘Spencer’s my best friend and Stella’s my ex–wife. Them together would be my walking humiliation, he wondered.

Miles failed to stop Dylan and shut up.

The restaurant was decorated with great care, exuding an elegant, refined atmosphere.

A famous painting hung near the entrance.

The greenery was meticulously maintained, arranged in perfect harmony, graceful, soothing, and inviting.

“Eating here feels like a mini–vacation,” Serena murmured, tilting her head toward Spencer.

Spencer’s brows lifted, smile crooked. “Told you you’d love it. Let’s snag the private room upstairs.”

“Okay.” Serena nodded. They climbed.

Dylan watched their backs, face storm–dark. “Miles, did you catch that? Spencer called her Serena. Stella’s got another name she never bothered to share?”

Miles couldn’t resist the jab. “Mr. Ashford, you married Ms. Hale without caring enough to ask. Now that you’re divorced, you’re suddenly curious?”

‘None of your business, okay?‘ Miles thought while his phone buzzed like an angry bee, Eliana again.

Dylan flicked an arctic glance at Miles and stalked upstairs to order.

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At the Ashford mansion, Eliana hurled her phone at the marble when Dylan’s number rolled to voicemail again. She’d cooked a feast, and Dylan wouldn’t even come home.

Beatrice hadn’t seen that coming, either. Eliana looked so upset.

She rubbed Eliana’s back, trying to cool her down. “Eliana, the company just stabilized. Dylan is swamped. He’ll crawl back. Liam’s here, and Dylan always comes home to you.”

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She gave Eliana a reassuring look, and only then did Eliana’s expression soften.

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“Mrs. Ashford, sorry, I’m being impatient. Let’s cat now. I’ll whip him a late–night snack later Eliana forced a smile.

Beatrice smiled in satisfaction. She bent down and picked up Liam, who was playing on the floor. “Come on, let’s go downstairs for dinner.”

Holding Liam in her arms, Beatrice showed a trace of displeasure. “Has Liam really not said a single word all day?”

Eliana frowned slightly. “Liam doesn’t like talking.”

Beatrice worried that something might be wrong with Liam’s head, but when she thought about Stella investigating Liam’s situation, she didn’t dare risk taking him to the hospital.

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