The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Meeting the Ex 

Daniel knew that his feelings for Anya could be seen as a weakness. He was not this in love with Helen. It felt like a drug. If something happened to her, he could die. 

Even worse, the thought of her slipping away, of losing her to someone else, was enough to send a shiver down his spine. His grip on her hand tightened. 

As the car continued its journey, Daniel’s eyes remained locked on Anya, his mind consumed by thoughts of her. 

His eyes made her uncomfortable. 

“What?” Anya asked. 

“I suddenly want to take you back to the hotel,” he said. 

When she got the meaning of his words, she turned red in the face. 

“Behave,” she warned him. 

“Then let me take you shopping. Did you not complain last time that shopping from home was not really shopping?” he asked. 

They soon arrived at a mall. Since Appletown was a tourist location, it had large malls. 

As Daniel and Anya made their way through the mall, the bustling atmosphere filled Anya 

with excitement. 

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She couldn’t remember the last time she had been out shopping. 

When Daniel jokingly mentioned owing her a shopping spree, Anya initially hesitated. 

She didn’t want to burden him with unnecessary expenses, especially considering the circumstances. However, the thought of browsing through racks of clothes and trying on different outfits was too tempting to resist. 

With a grateful smile, she accepted his. 

“I hope you won’t regret it,” she said. 

“Why?” he asked. 

“I heard men don’t like shopping,” she said. 

“I like following you around,” he said, and she turned red. 

Their first stop was a high–end boutique that Anya had always admired from afar but could never afford. 

As they entered the store, Anya’s eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of the elegant displays and luxurious fabrics. Spotting a particular brand she had long coveted, she eagerly dragged Daniel over to browse the selection. 

The shop attendants greeted them warmly, eager to assist Anya with her shopping endeavors. They helped her select various outfits, offering their expert advice on style and fit. Anya tried on several different pieces, twirling in front of the mirror as she assessed each one. 

Meanwhile, Daniel watched from the sidelines, his gaze fixed on Anya with a mixture of obsession and affection. He couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty, feeling a sense of pride 

knowing that she was his. 

As Daniel followed Anya through the bustling mall, his eyes remained fixated on her every 

move. 

There was an undeniable sense of obsession that gripped him as he watched her navigate the shops with an air of excitement. 

Her laughter was like music to his ears, drawing him in closer with each laugh. 

It never felt this way with his ex–wife. He was not sure why he was this way with her. 

After shopping, Anya and Daniel‘ went to a restaurant to eat. 

The soft glow of chandeliers casts a warm light over the elegant restaurant, its atmosphere a blend of quiet conversation and the gentle clink of fine china. At a corner table, partially secluded from the other diners, sat Anya and Daniel Shaw. The couple exuded an air of refined power, drawing subtle glances from those around them. 

Anya, dressed in a sleek black dress that accentuated her curves, idly twirled a strand of her dark hair around her finger as she perused the menu. Daniel, impeccably attired in a tailored suit, leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding. The subtle glint in his eyes as he gazed at his wife spoke volumes about their relationship. 

As the waiter approached to take their order, Daniel’s phone buzzed insistently in his pocket. He frowned slightly, glancing at the screen before looking up at Anya apologetically. 

“I need to take this, baby,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I’ll only be a moment.” 

Anya nodded, watching as Daniel stood and made his way towards the restaurant’s entrance, his movements fluid and purposeful. She turned her attention back to the menu, savoring the brief moment of solitude. 

However, her peace was short–lived. A familiar voice cut through the ambient noise of the restaurant, causing Anya to pause, her eyes still fixed on the menu. 

“Anya?” 

She took a deep breath, steeling herself before looking up. There, standing beside her table, was Vincent, her ex–boyfriend. His presence was unexpected and certainly unwelcome. 

“Vincent,” “Anya acknowledged, her tone clipped and cold. Annoyance flickered across her features as she regarded him. 

eyes 

Vincent’s lit up at her response, a tentative smile playing at the corners of his mouth. ” It’s been a while. Mind if I join you?” 

Anya’s gaze flicked towards the entrance where Daniel had disappeared. “Actually, my husband is just taking a call. He’ll be back any moment. Perhaps it’s best if you go.” 

Despite her clear dismissal, Vincent pulled out the chair he had vacated and sat down. His actions only served to increase Anya’s irritation. 

“Husband?” Vincent repeated, a frown creasing his brow. The word seemed to leave a bitter taste in his mouth. 

Anya’s eyes narrowed. “Yes, husband. Is there a problem with that?” 

Vincent leaned forward, his voice dropping to an urgent whisper. “Are you… Are you being forced to stay with him?” 

The question hung in the air for a moment, Anya’s expression morphing from annoyance to outright disgust. “Are you mad?” she hissed, mindful of the other diners around them, “Why 

on earth would you think I’m being forced to do anything?” 

Vincent fell silent, taken aback by the vehemence of her response. He hadn’t meant to offend her, but the words had tumbled out before he could stop them.