The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 118

A few minutes later, an unknown number suddenly called her.

When Chloe answered, Preston's voice drifted through the speaker.

"So you really did block me, Chloe?"

He didn't sound angry. In fact, there was a lazy, almost amused drawl to his tone.

"Ken told me what happened. How did you know I was there?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't ignore your calls on purpose that day. I had an emergency. I just flew back into the country this morning and I have the whole day free. You can tell me how you want me to make it up to you."

When Chloe remained completely silent, he paused. "Hmm? What's wrong?"

With just a few sentences, he effortlessly ripped open the emotional wounds Chloe had just managed to stitch shut, leaving her stomach churning in turmoil.

She wanted to scream at him, to curse him out, but when she opened her mouth, she felt so exhausted she couldn't form a single word.

What was the point anyway?

He would never admit he was wrong. He would always twist it to make her look like the irrational one throwing a tantrum.

Chloe moved to hang up, but Preston suddenly spoke again.

"Chloe, do you know what today is?"

She paused.

Preston's voice shifted, taking on an uncomfortable, predatory edge.

"You're getting more ruthless by the day, Chloe. The staff told me you haven't visited Grandma once in the past few days, nor have you returned to The Crestwood Estates. So where are you staying? What are you doing? And who are you with?"

"Mr. Hayes," Chloe finally spoke up. "My personal life is none of your business."

"I don't mind if you breach the contract," Preston said lazily. "I just wonder if your little nest egg is enough to cover the millions of dollars in penalties."

"If you don't want to find out, send me your address right now."

Chloe clenched her fists. She stayed silent for a long time before replying.

"I'll come to you."

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