Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 127

THE week rolled by in a strange, almost suspicious kind of peace.

No threats.

No sudden confrontations.

No dramatic surprises waiting behind every corner.

For Amelia, that alone felt like a victory.

Work flowed smoothly, the boys were cheerful, Hazel was doing well, and the small circle of people she trusted stayed close.

Even Charles had been… manageable. Which was exactly why the calm felt temporary.

By the middle of the week, Wednesday evening to be exact, Charles had just dropped Amelia off at her house after a brief hangout in town. Nothing extravagant— just coffee, light food, and casual conversation.

And he paid!

The night air was cool when the car rolled to a stop in front of her gate.

Charles quickly stepped out and walked around the car, opening the passenger door for her like the gentleman he liked to pretend to be.

“Thank you,” Amelia said with a soft smile as she stepped out.

“Always,” Charles replied, closing the door gently.

But neither of them moved immediately.

They remained beside the car, leaning casually against it, their conversation drifting into light laughter.

“I really appreciate you coming out today,” Charles said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know you are usually busy.”

Amelia shrugged lightly.

“I can spare a few hours for some people.”

He chuckled.

“And… thank you again for Sunday,” he added carefully.

Her eyes narrowed slightly with curiosity.

“You have thanked me three times already.”

“I know,” he said sheepishly. “But I mean it.”

Amelia studied his face briefly before letting the moment slide.

They talked a little longer about random things— the traffic, the ridiculous price of coffee these days, even Ryan’s sarcastic comments earlier that week.

Then Amelia suddenly tilted her head.

“Have you gone to see your daughter yet?”

The question dropped like a stone into calm water.

Charles froze.

The smile on his face faded almost instantly.

Amelia noticed.

Her brows slowly rose.

“You haven't?” she asked.

Charles shifted uncomfortably.

“It’s not like that, Amelia,” he began. “See, I have been too busy.”

Amelia’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Busy?” she repeated.

He quickly continued.

“I mean… things have been hectic. I’m trying to put things together, you know? Work, projects—”

“Busy to go see your child?” Amelia cut in sharply.

Charles fell silent.

“Someone you said you thought was long gone?” she continued. “Hold on… aren’t you happy she didn’t die after all?”

“No, no, no,” he said quickly. “It’s not that, Ame. Of course I’m happy.”

“Then what is it?”

He exhaled heavily.

“I’m trying so hard to make things work for me… for us,” he said. “So I can provide her a better life.”

Amelia stared at him for a long moment. Then she shook her head slowly.

“She isn't asking for a better life right now, come on.”

Charles said nothing.

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