Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 48

ADRIAN was seated in his study, the soft glow from his laptop screen reflecting against his glasses as he scrolled through emails and documents, occasionally pausing to type a response. The room was quiet, filled only with the faint hum of the air conditioner and the ticking wall clock. Across the wide wooden table sat Hazel, her legs crossed neatly beneath the chair. She alternated between scrolling on her phone and jotting things down in a notepad spread open in front of her, her pen moving with purpose as if she were organizing thoughts only she understood.

The calm was shattered when the door burst open.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Gabriel’s voice rang out as he sprinted into the room, breathless and excited. In his hands was a small pink Barbie doll and a matching pink comb, both clutched tightly as though they were treasures he had just discovered.

Adrian looked up sharply.

His eyes dropped to the items in the boy’s hands, and for a brief second, his fingers froze above the keyboard. Something flickered across his face— surprise, recognition, and a flash of something deeper, before he masked it.

Gabriel skidded to a stop by the table, holding the doll out proudly

“Dad, who owns these?” he asked.

Hazel lifted her head at the same moment, her brows knitting together as she took in the sight.

Before anyone could respond, Gaddiel came rushing in, nearly colliding with his brother. He held a handful of colorful baby stickers, waving them triumphantly in the air.

“And these?” he shouted as he reached the table.

Hazel straightened in her chair, her eyes darting from the stickers to the doll and then to her father. Adrian’s gaze was fixed on the objects, his jaw tightening just slightly as he leaned back in his chair.

“Boys,” he called gently, his voice calm despite the tension that had crept into the room, “where did you find all that?”

Gabriel pointed immediately.

“It was Gaddiel,” he said quickly. “He went into the room first.”

Gaddiel spun around, offended.

“No! It was you,” he protested. “You were the one who found the box deep in that closet!”

They both began talking at once, their small voices overlapping as each tried to clear his name. Adrian raised a hand, and the boys fell silent almost instantly.

He sighed, rubbing his temple.

“Those aren’t yours,” he said. “Why were you touching them?”

Their excitement drained from their faces. Gabriel’s shoulders slumped as he lowered the doll.

“We are sorry, Dad,” he said softly. “We were bored.”

Adrian exhaled slowly, the tension easing from his posture.

“It is fine,” he said after a pause. “Those belong to my butler’s kid.”

Hazel scoffed loudly, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

“Huh?” Her eyes widened. “You had a butler?” she asked, looking around the study as if expecting a man in uniform to step out from behind a shelf.

Adrian nodded once.

“Now, boys,” he said firmly, turning his attention back to them, “take those back and put them where you found them. Now.”

The boys nodded eagerly, relief washing over them.

“Okay, Dad,” they chorused before turning and scampering out of the room, their footsteps fading down the hall.

Hazel leaned back in her chair, still staring at her father.

“You really did?” she asked.

“Yes, I did,” Adrian replied calmly, closing his laptop and folding his hands together.

“Really? I never knew.”

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