Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 102

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AMELIA placed the neatly packed bag on the counter and pushed it toward him. Her fingers were stiff, her expression unreadable.

His eyes turned soft, and he simply said.

“For you.”

Her heart skipped, but pride surged faster. She recoiled as though he had handed her a live wire.

“Do you even hear yourself, Adrian? You humiliated me, broke me, and now you think a bag of clothes is going to – what? Undo everything? Make me melt?”

“It is not just clothes. It is… it is me trying, Amelia. Trying to reach you again.”

“Reach me? With a purchase receipt?” she snapped, then shoved the bag back toward him.

“Take your so-called gift and leave. I don’t want it. And I don’t want you hovering around my life pretending this is some grand gesture. It is embarrassing.”

His jaw tightened.

“Embarrassing? No, Amelia. What is embarrassing is that you would rather keep me at arm’s length than admit you still care. I see it in your eyes, you are still fighting me, not because you don’t feel anything, but because you feel too much,” his voice was firm.

She quickly shot him an icy glare.

“Stop flattering yourself. You have lost your place here. Leave, Adrian.”

The silence stretched, suffocating. Adrian’s chest rose and fell rapidly, as though he were holding back a storm of words. Finally, with a frustrated exhale, he left the bag right there on the counter.

“Fine. But I won’t stop, Amelia. Not until you see me again.” His voice was so low and quiet, almost as if he was pleading.

Then he turned on his heel and strode out of the boutique. Through the wide glass panes, Amelia watched as he got into his sleek black car, the engine purring to life before he drove away without another glance.

Her hand trembled when she looked down at the glossy bag. The silence of the store wrapped around her like a

vice.

She inhaled sharply, pushing the weight from her chest before calling out.

“Julia!” she called out.

The young sales representative hurried over, her eyes wide.

“Yes, ma’am?”

Amelia slid the bag across the counter to her.

“Take this.”

Julia blinked in shock, her eyes darted between the bag and Amelia.

“For… for me?” she asked in disbelief.

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Amelia sighed, speaking in finality.

“Yes, for you. Do whatever you want with it. Burn it, wear it, I don’t care. Just get it out of my sight.”

Julia gasped, her hand hovering over the bag as if it were gold.

“But ma’am, these are- this is expensive! He said it is for you. I… I heard him.”

“And I said it is for you now. End of story,” she cut in, her voice sharp but quivering underneath.

Julia hesitated, then carefully took the bag in both hands, clutching it close as though it were a treasure chest. Her face splitting into smiles.

“Thank you, ma’am. Thank you so much.”

Amelia didn’t respond. She turned away, walking briskly into her office before Julia could see the way her throat tightened or the single tear threatening to betray her composure.

Behind her, Julia hugged the bag against her chest, still stunned, while the rest of the boutique buzzed with the silent echo of the storm that had just swept through. 1

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Adrian slumped into his chair the moment he returned to his office, his chest tightening with frustration. The conversation with Amelia replayed in hi head like a cruel loop, her dismissive tone, the way she had called his gesture “an embarrassment,” and the look in her eyes when she practically pushed him out of her presence. He had thought bringing her something meaningful would open a crack in the wall she had built against him. Instead, it only made the wall higher.

A knock sounded, and Peter walked in, shutting the door softly behind him. His eyes lingered on Adrian’s expression before he spoke.

“So,” Peter asked carefully, “how did it go?”

Adrian let out a bitter laugh, leaning back in his chair.

“Disastrous. She shut me down before I could even explain myself.

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Peter’s lips pressed together as he took the seat opposite him.

“That doesn’t sound surprising. You dropped a bombshell on her life, boss. She is still hurt.”

“Hurt?” Adrian repeated, his voice low and heavy. He leaned forward, pressing his fingers into his temples. “She practically chased me out with my own gift. Do you know what she called it? An embarrassment.”

“Well…” Peter sighed, folding his arms across his chest. “Maybe to her, it was. You can’t expect her to smile and accept roses like nothing happened.”

Adrian’s jaw tightened.

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