Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 70

AMELIA was now sitting cross-legged on the plush rug near the floor-to-ceiling window, the city skyline of the Bahamas stretching endlessly before her. The late afternoon sun filtered in softly, casting a golden sheen across her silky overall that draped lightly over her lace undies. Her laptop rested on the low table in front of her, spreadsheets and design notes for her businesses as she worked.

A half-empty bowl of potato chips sat by her side.

Her phone buzzed.

She glanced at the screen and smirked.

Charles.

She picked up a few remaining chips, tossed them into her mouth, dusted her fingers lightly, and answered.

“Hmm. You finally remembered you sent your fiancée out for a relaxation trip, huh,” she teased, chewing casually.

On the other end, Charles chuckled lightly.

“Oh no, my love, it’s not like that. I have been very, very busy.”

“Busy?” she echoed dramatically. “Too busy to check if I arrived alive?”

“Ah! Don’t talk like that. I knew you arrived safely. You are not someone that will get missing.”

She laughed.

“So you just assumed I landed, checked in, and settled without so much as a ‘did you reach?’”

“I was going to call earlier,” he said quickly. “But you know how work is. Back-to-back meetings. My head has been hot since morning.”

Amelia rolled her eyes though he couldn’t see her.

“Mhm. I will let it slide this once, Charles.”

He froze.

Charles?

So, she now addresses him with his first name?

Anyways…

“Thank you,” he replied playfully. “So tell me, how is the place? Do you like it?”

Her gaze drifted around the massive pent suite.

“Like it?” she repeated, standing up and walking toward the balcony doors. “Charles, this place is stunning.”

“Oh?” His voice brightened slightly.

“Yes. The room alone is bigger than my entire first apartment after university.”

He laughed.

“That big?”

“Floor-to-ceiling windows. Private balcony. The view?” She pushed the glass door open and stepped outside, the breeze brushing against her skin. “You can literally see the whole skyline from here. It is breathtaking.”

“I told you,” he said proudly. “Only the best for my woman.”

She smiled faintly.

“Well, Ryan really did his research. He outdid himself with this booking.”

There was a tiny pause before Charles responded.

“Yeah… Ryan. Good guy.”

She leaned against the railing.

“I have already started taking notes.”

“Notes?” he asked.

“Yes. You think I came here to only relax? I have been studying their layout, their hospitality structure, the room aesthetics. There are a few things I can implement at my own resort.”

Charles chuckled.

“See a businesswoman.”

“Always,” she replied. “The restroom alone? Marble finishing, automated lighting, heated mirrors. I stood there for five minutes just admiring it.”

“You are unbelievable,” he said, laughing.

“I’m serious! Even their scent branding, you know that subtle fragrance in hotels? It is consistent everywhere. From the lobby to the hallway. That is intentional.”

“Hmm. So instead of relaxing, you are doing inspection.”

“I can multitask,” she shot back lightly. “Relaxation with observation.”

“I’m glad you like it though,” he said more softly.

She nodded to herself.

“I do. It’s peaceful here.”

There was a small silence between them.

“So what have you done today?” he asked.

“I unpacked. Took a shower. Did a little work. I might head downstairs later, maybe check out the bar or the café.”

“Don’t stress yourself too much,” he said. “The whole point is for you to unwind.”

“I know. I will.”

“And the weather?”

“Perfect. Warm breeze, not too humid. You would like it.”

“I’m sure I would,” he murmured.

She tilted her head slightly.

“Everything okay over there?” she asked casually.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said quickly. “Just work pressure. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“You and pressure are five and six,” she teased. “Just don’t collapse.”

“I won’t. I have to be strong for my woman enjoying luxury abroad.”

She laughed.

“Please. Don’t come and start sounding romantic because you feel guilty for not calling earlier.”

“Yo! Who said I feel guilty?”

“You,” she replied calmly. “Your tone.”

He chuckled softly.

“Okay fine. Maybe a little.”

She smiled, her voice softening.

“I’m fine, Charles. Truly.”

“I’m glad,” he said. “Just… enjoy yourself. Clear your head. You deserve it.”

“Thank you,” she replied sincerely.

“And send me pictures later,” he added.

“Oh, now you remember?”

“I have remembered fully now,” he said, and they both laughed.

“I will send,” she promised. “But don’t complain when you start wishing you were here.”

“Trust me, I already am.”

She shook her head lightly, amused.

“Alright, I will let you go. I still have a few emails to reply.”

“Okay. Rest well.”

“I will.”

“And Amelia?”

“Yes?”

“Take care of yourself.”

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