Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 32

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RIGHT on the bed, beneath the heavy duvet, Adrian lay fast asleep, his breathing deep and heavy. Beside hirn, Vivian was curled up, her brown powdery face relaxed in slumber.

Adrian stirred, his body shifting restlessly before his eyes fluttered open. He blinked a few times, disoriented, then suddenly realization hit him like a lightning bolt.

With a sharp gasp, he bolted upright, panic set in.

“What is the time? My phone… where is my phone?!”

He scrambled frantically out of the bed, nearly tripping over the edge of the duvet. His hands fumbled along the nightstand, knocking aside a glass before finally grabbing the small table clock.

His eyes widened as he read the time.

“Jesus!” He shouted.

“Oh my goodness!” Adrian’s voice cracked with panic as he carelessly dropped the table clock, the loud clatter echoing across the quiet room. He darted around the room, fumbling, scrambling for his scattered clothes like a man chased by fire.

“Oh God! God!” he lamented, his voice thick with despair.

Vivian only stirred. She yawned lazily, pulling the duvet tighter around her body as though nothing in the world mattered. Slowly, she sat up, her hair falling messily over her face.

“What is it?” she asked in a groggy, sleepy voice, blinking as her eyes followed him.

Adrian didn’t even pause. He was moving from one corner to another, shoving arms into sleeves, picking up trousers, slipping on his belt halfway. His voice came out clipped, frantic.

“The time- the time.”

Vivian sighed, her expression weary, her body still heavy from the previous night’s drinking and dancing.

“What happened?” she murmured.

“The time,” he snapped again. “It is 2 p.m.!”

She stared at him, her lips parting slightly, but instead of alarm, all she managed was a tired sigh, as though the revelation meant nothing.

“Babe, please, can you just calm down…” she began softly, that sultry tone she used whenever she wanted to ease him.

But that was the breaking point. Something inside Adrian snapped like a taut string. His head whipped toward her, his face flushed with anger, his voice booming like thunder.

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