Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 88

HE peeked into his phone, his eyebrows creased, noticing it was a message from Amelia, his face lit up.

Finally.

“It’s her. She just texted,” he announced to his friends who had been looking at him.

“Good,” Julian said.

“Nice one. Check it out,” Marcus joined.

Quickly, Charles’ thumbs hovered over the screen for a second too long. He blinked, then looked up at his friends, the gleam of excitement he had moments ago completely gone.

“This woman,” he muttered, voice low and tight, “is gradually getting on my nerves.”

Julian laughed, leaning back in his chair.

“Getting on your nerves? Bro, what happened? Did she send you a burning message or something?”

Charles shook his head slowly, disbelief written all over his face.

“No… can you imagine this?” He cleared his throat, reading aloud, “She says… *‘Sorry I haven’t been picking up your calls, I’m very busy. Call tomorrow within 11.’*” He looked up, incredulous. “Seriously? She is now giving me a… a time window to call her?”

Marcus snorted, shaking his head.

“Man… that is bold.”

Julian chuckled again.

“Bold? Yeah. She has always been one bold woman though, but that’s… that is calculated.” He smirked. “She is teaching you patience. Or just showing you who really is in charge.”

Charles groaned, leaning his head back against the chair.

“I sent her out on that vacation, and now I try to reach her, a simple reply, a text, anything… and she gives me a schedule? A schedule! Can you believe this?”

Marcus leaned forward, elbow on the table.

“Bro, maybe you should have just left her alone for a bit. Don’t push. Let her have her space.”

Charles’ hands clenched on his knees.

“Space? I funded the trip, okay? I sent her away. I wanted her to relax, to have no worries… and now she is… she is controlling when I can talk to her?!”

Julian laughed again, louder this time.

“Man, you really don’t get it, do you? That is her way of saying ‘I’m not your puppet.’”

Marcus smirked.

“And hold on? What's with this ‘I funded the trip, I sent her away’ bla bla, now it sounds literally. The only thing you have ever done for her, is fund this trip. Can you give it a chill? Please,” he was now sounding irritated.

Charles groaned again, covering his face with one hand.

“I… I just… I can’t believe this. This is… maddening.”

Julian leaned closer, elbows on the table.

“Bro, relax. Don’t let it get to you. Just call her tomorrow within the time she said, and boom, you are probably back in business.”

Charles peeked at his phone again. The message was still there, teasing him, a simple little reminder that he wasn’t in control.

Marcus shook his head and laughed.

“Honestly, bro… she is smart. You are learning the hard way.”

Charles muttered under his breath.

“Learning what the hard way? Don't even start.”

Julian clapped him on the shoulder, grinning.

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