Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 115

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THE house was quiet that night, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the soft creaks that came from the wooden staircase whenever someone walked past. The twins had finally settled, tucked into their cribs after a long day. Hazel was asleep upstairs too, her laughter and chatter now replaced by the deep stillness of night.

Amelia sat curled on the sofa in the living room, a light blanket draped over her legs. The glow of her laptop bathed her face as she scrolled through Adrian’s proposal again. Numbers, projections, expansion strategies, they were all dazzling, all promising. Yet the name at the top of the file, Cole Holdings, made her chest tighten.

The quiet was broken when Ryan returned from the kitchen with two mugs of tea. He set one gently on the coffee table in front of her before sitting beside her, his presence steady and grounding. Amelia had insisted on him staying back, they had worked from the evening into the night.

“You are still staring at that proposal,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper, so as not to disturb the the house.

peace

of

Amelia exhaled, rubbing her temple.

“Because I can’t ignore it, Ryan. It is… solid. Too solid. If it were anyone else, I would have signed a memorandum of understanding by now. But it is Adrian.”

Ryan leaned back, his arm resting along the sofa’s backrest, not too close enough to seep his warmth into her, but just a reasonable distance. His jaw tightened, and his eyes hardened with protectiveness.

“Exactly. Which is why you should be cautious. He is not here just for Satin & Sage. He is here for you. And you know it.”

She looked at him, her expression a mixture of defiance and uncertainty.

“You think I don’t know that? Bu

what if separating the man from the businessman is the only way forward? What if… this partnership is what Satin & Sage truly needs?”

Ryan shook his head, leaning forward now, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Ma’am, don’t let him entangle you again. He is already worming his way back, first the boutique, then the flower shop, the resort,

and now this. He is pushing into every corner of your life. Business is just the excuse he is using.

Her lips pressed into a thin line. She closed the laptop, shutting the folder with a soft click. For a long moment, she didn’t speak. Then she whispered, almost to herself, “But Ryan, what if he has changed?”

The words hung in the air, startling even her. She wasn’t expecting that sentence out of her mouth.

Ryan’s head snapped toward her, his eyes sharp.

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