His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 163

She was too tired to argue with him or to revisit the humiliating topic.

“So, I should be thanking you?” she said sarcastically.

“Of course,” Conrad replied.

Annika ran a hand through her hair, her patience completely gone. “When are you bringing Monroe out? I want to see him.”

She deliberately avoided the word ‘steal,’ afraid of setting off Conrad’s notoriously sensitive temper.

Conrad blew a cloud of white smoke in her direction, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “We’ll see.”

The noncommittal answer felt like a warning sign; Conrad seemed poised to go back on his word.

When she saw him grab his jacket from the back of the chair to leave, Annika panicked. She rushed forward and grabbed his sleeve. “Conrad, you promised me! How can you go back on your word? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

Just as she finished, her phone rang. It was Wayne, calling to report on the joint project between Beryl Group and Sargent Group.

But she had no headspace for that now. After two sentences, she cut him off. “I’m in the middle of something. We’ll talk at the office later.”

While she was on the phone, Conrad had stood waiting behind her, not rushing to leave.

After she hung up, Annika turned to face his unreadable expression and sharp, cutting gaze. Fearing he would back out, her voice lost its strength. “Conrad, how could you be so dishonest? Last night, we…”

Before she could finish, Conrad cut her off, his voice chillingly sharp. “Are you trying to use last night as a bargaining chip? Annika, what do you take yourself for?”

Annika stood stunned for a second before racing after him. “Conrad, you can’t do this!” she yelled as she ran. “Monroe needs his mother…”

Conrad opened his car door but paused as she caught up to him. He turned, his gaze meeting her frantic eyes. “Monroe can’t be without his mother, but he can’t be without his father either. Annika, if you want your son, come back here. The doors to Scent Haven are always open for you.”

He got into the car, ignoring her as she pounded on the window like a madwoman. The black Cayenne sped away without a backward glance.

“Conrad!” Seeing that he was serious, Annika was truly frantic. She chased the car, running and shouting his name, but the Cayenne drove on, mercilessly disappearing from sight.

Her legs gave out, and she couldn't run anymore. She stopped, her knees buckling as she collapsed onto the pavement.

He was going to fight her for their child. This was even more terrifying than when Zoltan had taken Monroe to the Beryl Manor. No matter how she suppressed her anger or tried to placate him, her worst nightmare had finally come true.