Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 116

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THE conference room gleamed with understated luxury. The Satin & Sage team had ensured everything was arranged to perfection, polished oak table, fresh orchids in slim vases, neatly stacked files, and the soft hum of the air conditioning. Amelia walked in with her chin high, every inch the poised professional, though her heart thundered in her chest. She had been preparing herself for this moment all night, convincing herself that it was just business, nothing more.

But the second Adrian stepped through the door, tall and commanding in a navy tailored suit, she felt that composure threaten to crumble. His presence was magnetic, drawing eyes effortlessly, and when his gaze found hers, holding just a beat longer than necessary, something shifted in the air.

“Good morning,” Adrian greeted, his voice low and smooth, carrying a kind of authority that made even Peter straighten. He moved closer, setting his leather folder on the table,

“I trust everyone is well.”

“Yes,” Amelia replied, her tone clipped, betraying nothing of the inner chaos stirring. “Let’s begin. We have quite a lot to cover today.”

They sat opposite each other, and though documents, charts, and presentations separated them, the sparks that crackled beneath the surface were undeniable. Amelia tried to focus on the slides, on the numbers, on the way Satin & Sage’s influence could merge seamlessly with Cole Holdings’ reach. But she kept noticing the way Adrian watched her, measured, intense, as though he was listening to her words but also to the unspoken emotions beneath them.

Before the meeting kicked off, Adrian quickly looked around and cleared the lump of cough in his throat, getting attention from Amelia.

‘Someone seems to be missing,” he said sarcastically and Amelia stiffened.

“He is out for a business proposal, Rex would join us soon,” she said shortly.

Well, the meeting kicked off. Peter clicked through the slides, explaining’synergies, timelines, and budgets. Adrian leaned forward occasionally, asking sharp, intelligent questions that always impressed Amelia, though she would never admit it out loud. She responded with equal brilliance, her voice firm, her mind sharp, and their back -and-forth drew the attention of everyone in the room. It was as if they were in a world of their own, locked in a battle of wits wrapped in mutual respect and something more dangerous, something like undeniable chemistry.

At one point, Amelia pointed at a line graph with her pen, her sleeve slipping just enough for Adrian to catch the delicate curve of her wrist. His jaw tightened, but he quickly masked it with a thoughtful nod.

“Your projections are ambitious,” he said. “But ambition is exactly what this collaboration needs.”

Her lips curved faintly, almost against her will.

“And restraint is what keeps ambition from being reckless. That is where I come in.”

For a beat, they stared at each other, words charged with meanings that went far beyond business. The tension in the room was palpable, and Peter cleared his throat softly, redirecting attention back to the presentation.

But the drama unfolded when the door suddenly burst open.

A woman swept into the room, dressed in a figure-hugging dress far too bold for a business setting. Her heels clicked against the polished floor as she strode forward, ignoring the startled looks from Amelia’s team.

“Adrian,” she purred, her voice dripping with familiarity. “I have been trying to reach you for weeks. Your phone, “Adrian,” she purred, her volce dripping with familiarity. I have be your assistant, everything, so I thought, why not come directly?” 

The entire room froze. Amelia’s eyes darted to Adrian, her chest tightening with a mix of anger and hurt… hold on, hurt? She wasn’t sure of that. But she was angry.

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