Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 103

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THAT evening, Amelia sat in the nursery, her back pressed against the rocking chair as her mother gently cradled one of the twins against her shoulder. The little boy still fought sleep, his tiny fists opening and closing as though he had the world to conquer before giving in to rest.

Mrs. Harlow hummed softly, rocking him with practiced ease. Her eyes flicked toward her daughter, who was staring blankly at the patterned rug, lost in thought.

“You have been quiet since you got back,” Mrs. Harlow said gently. “Something happened at the shop today?”

Amelia’s lips parted, but she hesitated. Then, with a sigh, she rubbed her temples.

“Adrian came.”

Her mother raised a brow, though she didn’t stop rocking the child.

“To the boutique?”

“Yes.” Amelia shifted uncomfortably, anger flashing in her eyes at the memory. “He came in pretending to be a customer, said he wanted a huge sale, but only if the CEO attended to him. Imagine the nerve.”

Mrs. Harlow’s lips pressed together in surprise, though her voice remained calm.

“And what did he want?”

“To embarrass me,” Amelia snapped. “He asked me to help him pick clothes for a woman with ‘high taste, just like mine.’ As if I couldn’t see what game he was playing.”

A smile tugged at Mrs. Harlow’s lips despite herself.

“That sounds exactly like Adrian. Always pushing, always knowing which buttons to press.’

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“It wasn’t funny, Mom,” Amelia said, frustration evident in her tone. “He tried to talk about the twins. I shut him down. And when the whole ridiculous charade was over, he shoved the bag of clothes at me and said, ‘For you.””

Mrs. Harlow finally chuckled, bouncing the baby slightly as his eyes drooped.

“And let me guess, you sent him away with it?”

Amelia folded her arms, her chin lifting.

“Of course I did. I told him I didn’t want his gift. After so much back and forth, he just left it behind. I even had one of the girls take it away. The whole thing was humiliating.”

Silence settled for a moment, broken only by the faint sigh of the drowsy infant. Then Mrs. Harlow spoke, her voice lower, thoughtful.

“Amelia… you do realize that man is not going to stop, don’t you?”

Anelia looked away, her jaw tightening.

“And I don’t care. He can keep embarrassing himself all he wants. I won’t make it easy for him.”

Her mother’s eyes softened as she gazed at her daughter, but she said no more. Instead, she whispered to the baby

in her arms until his tiny breaths evened out, leaving Amelia to wrestle with the storm Adrian had stirred up once again.

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The sweet fragrance of roses and lilies drifted through the glass doors of Ames Roses, Amelia’s pride and joy. Customers lingered, admiring the vibrant displays, while the staff moved briskly, arranging bouquets and attending to orders.

Adrian stepped in quietly, a cap drawn low over his forehead, but his presence still commanded attention. He didn’t call for Amelia this time, no, he had learned from the boutique incident. Instead, he let one of the sales representatives, a bright-eyed girl named Ella, approach him.

“Good afternoon, sir,” Ella said warmly. “Looking for something special?”

Adrian’s lips curved slightly.

“Yes. A bouquet. Something… elegant.”

A professional smile tugged at the sides of her lips.

“Okay-”

“Something elegant for an elegant woman,” Adrian continued, “something that would speak apology and love at the same time,” he finished.

Ella’s eyes lit up as she guided him through options. He let her speak, nodding as though taking in her expertise, but his gaze wasn’t on the roses. It was on the corner of the shop where a nanny, stood rocking a stroller, two tiny faces peeking out, their laughter bubbling into the air like music.

The twins.

Adrian’s chest tightened, his mask slipping for a brief second before he quickly pulled it back in place. He forced himself to turn back to Ella, who was holding up a bouquet of orchids and white roses.

“This one is delicate but striking,” she said. “A favorite among won with refined taste.”

“Perfect,” Adrian murmured, though his eyes flickered once more toward the stroller. His heart was pounding, but his voice stayed steady. “I will take it. But… with a little twist.”

Ella tilted her head.

“A twist?”

“Yes.” His gaze sharpened, his tone deliberate. “Don’t hand it to me. Give it to your boss. Tell her it is from me.”

Ella blinked, startled.

“From you? To… Ms. Amelia?”

Adrian’s smile deepened, though his eyes were shadowed with something raw.

“Exactly. Tell her Adrian Cole sends his regards.”

He handed over his card, ignoring the sudden stiffness in Ella’s stance. With the bouquet paid for, he turned to leave, but not before casting one last glance toward the twins. Their little hands waved in the air, as if unknowingly reaching for him.

Amelia’s office door opened just as Adrian pushed through the glass exit. She stepped out, her voice calling for Ella, only to stop dead when she saw the bouquet being carried toward her.

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