The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Returns (Lucy and Landon) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49: Walking Past Each Other

Lucy froze as her eyes landed on Landon standing across the street while Yvonne appeared right behind him. The two spoke to each other, but because she was standing across the street, she couldn’t hear what was being said.

However, the sight of Yvonne touching Landon’s arm hit her like a punch to the gut, and her breath stopped. For a moment, her mind slipped into the painful past she thought she had already left behind. Memories flooded her—of being by Landon’s side, yet always feeling like a distant spectator.

It was also like this in the past. She was his wife, but back then, she always ended up feeling like an unwanted audience to their closeness.

A shaky breath escaped her, snapping her out of the daze. No, she shouldn’t think of what happened in the past.

It’s over. She shouldn’t live in the past anymore!

Lucy’s eyes darted back to Landon, where he stood in front of the Westwood Group’s entrance. He looked regal and as gorgeous as she had remembered him. He had always been the center of attraction.

She should’ve walked away, but she found herself staring. At how he had turned around and leaned forward to Yvonne, whispering words that Lucy couldn’t hear from the distance. Probably whispering sweet nothings to his sweetheart now that Lucy was out of the picture.

Lucy hissed when she felt pain stab through her in her palm.

Looking down, she saw deep crescent moons on her and blood seeping out of the tiny slits.

"What are you doing, Lucy?" she said softly to herself. "Get your act together!"

Lucy brought her palm down and took one more look at Landon. A disturbing calm filled her as resolve burned inside her. She should burn this image in her eyes so she could never waver!

But her heart jumped when she saw Landon turning around just as her eyes fell on his back.

He scanned the area with a familiar, searching look. A deep frown etched on the spot between his eyebrows.

No one knows what he was looking for or what made him suddenly turn around.

Yet, panic bubbled in her chest, and without another thought, she spun on her heel and retreated into the warmth of the café, the glass door swinging shut behind her with an abrupt chime.

She looked around the place, searching for a spot to hide. Lucy didn’t know if Landon saw her or not, but she couldn’t take the risk of him finding her now!

"Miss, is there something wrong?" a staff of the café approached her.

Lucy glanced at the café staff, her pulse quickening as she caught a glimpse of Landon crossing the street, his eyes locked on the café!

"Restroom... where is your restroom!" Lucy asked, her voice came urgent and loud.

The staff was surprised, but still pointed in the direction of their establishment’s restroom while thinking that Lucy was in a hurry to use it.

Fear gripped her, the kind that made the tips of her fingers tingle.

Lucy didn’t dare turn around as she heard the door chime again. No, don’t let it be him!

"Lucy!"

The voice startled her, forcing her body to stop despite her desire not to.

Chelsea came rushing toward her with strands of wet hair sticking to her face as she came out of a door where the staff pointed the direction of the restroom to Lucy.

"I’m so glad you’re here! I was about to chase you down the street, hoping you’d still be here." Chelsea sounded anxious and excited in contrast to the fear-stricken face Lucy was wearing.

Lucy couldn’t stay there. She didn’t want to deal with Chelsea while Landon might be after her!

She walked past Chelsea and headed toward the restroom, the only place that could hide her from Landon.

"I’ll do it—no matter what you ask of me, I’ll do anything!" Chelsea hurriedly spoke.

Lucy paused as her mind quickly worked inside her head.

"Will you really do anything?" Lucy asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Chelsea nodded firmly, her eyes burning with fire. "Anything, Lucy. I promise."

Lucy took a step toward her and gripped her shoulders. "Then, come with me."

***

Landon’s breath came in sharp gasps as he had just sprinted across the bustling street and dodged the honking cars that could have easily killed him.

The air was crisp, stinging his lungs with each breath he took. But he hardly noticed; his focus was on the café before him.

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