The Daring Billionaire’s Wife novel (Vanessa and Dominic) novel Chapter 104

Dominic

"I can't say I agree or disagree with you," I say to Vanessa. "You're the one who knows your father best. Do you really think he's hiding something?"

"Maybe I'm just thinking too much, she says dismissively, shifting in her seat. "It just felt like there's something he wanted to say but chose not to say it."

"And what gave you that idea?"

"I know him."

"You know what I think? You're just thinking too much."

"Maybe you're right." She leans back in her seat, relaxing her shoulders.

"Are you absolutely certain that Shane won't try anything stupid?" I ask.

"To be honest, I've been a little worried, but the look on his face was clear enough that he wouldn't say anything that would get him in trouble."

"Good."

As the car falls silent, I find myself thinking about earlier when I arrived with her father and she was so happy that she kissed me. I've kissed her so many times now and it's more than I can count, yet during that single moment, my heart actually skipped a beat in surprise. I know she was acting, but it was just so sudden for me.

"Hey," she says, grabbing my attention again.

"What is it?"

"Tell me about your time spent at the orphanage and hospital."

I smile a little, always glad to know that she's interested to find out about the children even though she was there a few days ago.

As I tell her about my time there and how the children were asking about her, she faces my direction, brightly smiling at me.

The awkwardness between us naturally fades and it's like that moment in the study never even happened, but I'll never forget what it felt like when she rejected me.

Unlike the other time when we just came back from my parents' house after dinner, the car comes to a stop in the yard and we head inside together.

Just as we approach the elevator, she stops and says, "I was actually thinking about something."

"What is it?"

"It's something I want to add for the children at the orphanage in the courtyard but I don't know if you'll agree with it."

"Just tell me."

I get even closer to her, paying attention while she describes her idea to me.

Impressed, my lips curve into a smile. "How did I never think of that?"

"Do you like it?" She chuckles, pressing the button to the elevator.

"I love it and I'm certain the children will love it, too." I lead the way inside.

"I bet they will. I can already imagine their faces and their screams. Hey, you better give me credit for this."

"Do you think I'll take it away from you?" I raise my eyebrows.

"I'm just saying. I know you like to show off."

"You're right about that."

We chuckle at the same time and then the elevator falls silent again, but this time, it actually feels comfortable even though we say nothing to each other.

She steps out before me once we get to our floor and I follow right behind her, trying not to look down at her voluptuous figure.

"There's something I haven't yet told you," I say to her just as she gets to her bedroom door.

"Yeah?" She looks in my direction, raising her eyebrows a little.

"When I was coming back from the airport with my father-in-law, he mentioned the call from the accident and that's when I remembered that I was supposed to do something today."

Her eyes widen as she covers her mouth, figuring out exactly what this means.

"Oh no. Now that I think about it, what will you do now?" she asks.

"It's simple." I smirk a little, already feeling confident in my plan before I even say it. "I've hired some actors."

Her jaw drops and it takes her a moment to speak, making me wonder what she thinks of my plan. Then, she bursts into laughter while shaking her head.

"What's funny?" I ask, feeling a little offended.

"That's your plan?" She places her hand on her stomach, which seems like it hurts from her laughter.

"My plan is perfect. I don't understand why you're laughing."

"I can't believe that's going to be your way out."

"Well, do you have any better ideas?"

"No, I don't."

"Then I'm going with this one. After this, they won't bother me at all."

"When did you even arrange all this?"