The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife

en, emitting dim and nuclear rays. Chloe Thomas, carrying a bag of groceries she had just

moved, with the security nowhere to be seen. Few

rch for her keys in her bag. Suddenly, her chest collided with an obstacle, causing her

ered around her nose, almost ma

the sound of her own rapid breathing. In

yes. Thanks to the blue glow of the lighter, Chloe saw a familiar, somber p

as h

tips digging into the soft flesh of her palm, trying to

before the door, consumed by darkness. After a momen

dly rummaging through her bag. The more anx

mediately hitched, her eyes staring at the moving shadow. They stood so close that she could vaguely feel

behind her, reac

n't intentionally touching her, she still felt uncomfortable, he

left her dumbfounded as she moved forward, wanting to stop him

e, obediently standing still, trying to breathe

and slowly lift her eyes to adjust to the sudden change. The image of th

cond. She forced herself to carry the grocery bag straight inside, placing it on the round table, slowly

d on him, awkwardly asking

ny season permeating the air. His frown deepened, increasingly impatient, he ignor

sweat forming on

the intense disdain in his eyes, and asked worriedly, "Is it serious? The we

a mocking smile. Without

behavior, her fingers gripping tighter, she l

s weak demeanor, he was filled with disgust, unders

the soup you mak

sofa, sitting down, his hips pressing against something s

ilar to the ones Lily had, bu

ward to snatch the duck from his hand, handling it like

caping his nostrils: "What? Are you still hoping for the

Even if she wasn't s

on her lips: "No, I just want... to keep it s

Without giving him a chance to mock her further, she gr

elease it. Irritated, he took out a cigarette. Glancing around th

he trash, stared at it for a mom

oman? He would

he ingredients. Last night, Caleb had stayed up all night taking care of his daughter

added half an ear of corn to the soup, the

all, powerful frame was cramped on the small couch, his brows furrowed even in sleep. Still

ightest noise would wake him, but now h

felt a strange urge to reach out, stoppin

eart, and he expressed his dislike for her tou