Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 30

CHARLES tilted his head slightly, studying her face as though measuring how far he could go.

“I need some money,” he said lightly, “just a little cents, and I will be okay.”

Amelia raised her head immediately, unwrapping her arms from his waist. She placed both palms flat on his chest, her brows knitting together as she searched his eyes.

“Some money?” she echoed. “What for?”

He chuckled, that easy, careless sound he always used when he didn’t want to dig too deep.

“Ahh, come on babes. Do I really need to tell my woman what I need money for before she gives me?”

She smiled faintly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I don’t mean it that way,” she said calmly. “I’m asking because I handed a very huge amount to you just two weeks ago.”

He laughed again, louder this time.

“Babe… so you count?”

She shrugged, unfazed.

“Why not? It is money we are dealing with.”

He nodded slowly, lips curling into a half-smile.

“You are right anyway.” He paused, then tilted his head. “So you are saying you won’t give me until I tell you what I need it for?”

She nodded firmly.

“Right there.”

He burst out laughing, shaking his head.

“Okay, okay, fine.” He raised his hands in surrender. “There is this business deal I’m chasing—”

“Ughhhh.” She rolled her eyes dramatically, stepping away from him. “Business deals all the time, Charles. Does any of your business deals ever pull through?”

He scoffed playfully.

“Come on, babes. You are a businesswoman. You should know these things. You should know how it works.”

She folded her arms.

“Mmm. Enlighten me.”

“Not all businesses pull through,” he continued, unfazed. “Some fail. That is the naked reality.”

She nodded slowly.

“And you do not need to lecture me,” she said pointedly. “I know all that.”

“Alright,” he said, lifting his hands again. “So you understand me, right?”

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