Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 21

**Hands Trembled Before Goodbye — Ryan Ellis 21**

ADRIAN caught sight of the melancholy etched on Amelia’s face, yet he opted for silence, choosing not to pry. Amelia, with her usual poise, tossed her luxurious hair back, taking a moment to gather herself, as if preparing for a performance on a grand stage.

“Well, since you won’t be around this weekend,” she began, her voice steady despite the undercurrent of sadness, “I was thinking of taking Hazel somewhere nice, maybe a park or somewhere she can play.”

“Oh, right,” he replied, nodding in agreement, though his mind was already drifting to the tasks ahead of him.

“Yeah, and Clara mentioned she’d be stopping by with the kids, though I’m not sure when exactly,” she continued, her eyes searching his for a hint of reassurance.

“Okay,” he muttered, his attention already shifting to his phone as he scrolled through the screen, the familiar blue glow illuminating his face.

“I’m going to make a transfer of 500 thousand—” he started, but she interrupted him.

“Oh! And just a heads up, the pantry is practically bare. We really need to restock, you know.”

“One second—” he interjected gently, his gaze still glued to the phone as his fingers danced over the screen. A moment later, a ping resonated from her phone, resting on the table between them.

Curious, she picked it up and glanced at the notification, her heart fluttering slightly.

“I just sent you 3 million. Use it to take care of the house, yourself, and of course, Hazel,” he said, finally allowing his phone to rest on the table, his expression softening as he watched her reaction.

A radiant smile broke across her face, one that spoke volumes of her appreciation and warmth.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. In that moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude; this was the man she loved, always ensuring his family was taken care of.

He reached across the table, his hand open and inviting. She placed her palm in his, feeling the warmth radiate from his touch.

“No, you, thank you,” he corrected her, his voice tender and sincere.

“You always spoil us,” she chuckled lightly, her laughter like a soft melody, filling the air with joy.

“You and my Hazel deserve every bit of it,” he replied with warmth, lifting her hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on the back of her palm, a gesture that made her heart swell.

“You said you’d be back when? Sunday? Monday?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, a playful glint in her eyes.

“First thing Monday morning, I promise,” he assured her, a boyish grin spreading across his face. “Missing me already?”

She laughed, a delightful sound that danced in the air between them.

“Just a little,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Adrian let out a hearty laugh, a wink accompanying his playful demeanor.

“I see,” he said, relishing the light-hearted banter.

***

“You mean he still hasn’t changed?” Amelia asked, her brow knitting together in concern as she turned to her friend Clara. They stood amidst the shimmering glass racks in Satin and Sage that afternoon, the faint scent of fresh fabric softener lingering in the air, a reminder of the new stock that awaited eager customers.

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