Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 128

FRIDAY came quicker than expected.

The office was quieter than usual, most staff already scattered for lunch, leaving behind a low hum of distant chatter and the occasional clatter from the break room.

Amelia sat behind her desk, flipping through a document with calm precision, her posture composed, her expression unreadable.

Ryan sat across from her, one leg crossed over the other, going over a few figures on his tablet.

“…so if we push the second phase to next quarter, we avoid unnecessary pressure on the team,” he concluded.

Amelia nodded slightly.

“That works. We will—”

Her phone buzzed.

Then again.

And again.

Ryan paused mid-sentence, his eyes drifting to the device on her desk as it lit up repeatedly.

Charles.

Charles.

Charles.

He raised a brow.

Amelia didn’t touch it. Instead, she continued flipping through her document like nothing was happening.

Ryan watched for a few seconds longer.

The phone buzzed again.

And again.

Finally, he leaned back slightly, unable to ignore it anymore.

“You not taking that, boss?” he asked.

Amelia glanced at the screen, then sighed, dropping the file gently on the desk.

“It’s Charles,” she said flatly.

Ryan’s lips twitched.

“Calling for money,” she added. “He asked for some last week. I told him to call today.”

Ryan let out a short laugh, shaking his head.

“This guy still hasn’t gotten the message.”

Amelia shook her head slowly.

“He clearly hasn’t.”

Ryan leaned forward slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Very well then… show him what you are made of.”

A faint smile tugged at Amelia’s lips.

“Of course. I told him to call me today. I honestly thought he would get frustrated and find another way.”

Ryan smirked.

“When a guy is desperate…”

He winked.

Right on cue, the phone rang again.

Ryan gestured toward it dramatically.

“Go ahead and teach him some lessons, your honour.”

Amelia let out a soft laugh before finally picking up the call.

She leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other as she placed the phone to her ear.

“Hello, Charles.”

“My love!” his voice came instantly, warm, eager, almost too eager. “I have been trying to reach you. I hope I’m not disturbing you?”

Amelia’s tone softened, playing along effortlessly.

“Not at all. I have just been a bit busy.”

“I can imagine,” he said quickly. “You work too hard, you know that? You need to rest more.”

Ryan silently gagged, turning his face away.

Amelia bit back a smile.

“I will keep that in mind.”

“How are you? Did you miss me at all?” Charles asked, his voice dropping into that familiar sweet tone.

Amelia leaned back further.

“A little,” she replied lightly.

Ryan’s eyes widened in mock disbelief.

“A little?” Charles chuckled. “Only a little?”

“Don’t push your luck,” she teased.

They exchanged a few more light, playful words, with Charles pouring on the charm, Amelia matching just enough to keep him comfortable.

Then—

He cleared his throat.

“So, my love… you asked I call you on Friday concerning what I mentioned a few days ago.”

Amelia paused.

“Oh?” she said, feigning confusion. “We discussed something? What was that?”

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