Billionaire's regret: ex returns

ly. "I think you have gone

s Ava, this suitcase is a luxury item Mrs. Arabella Smith brought b

ded and grabbed a handbag,

either. Mr. Smith bought this as a

ngs difficult for her. Every piece of luggage in the room

t to leave, can't even find a bag to pack, huh?

nding, ran off, and soon r

d this for you. It's a bit old-fashion

r, forcing Susanna to step back. She knelt to repack

so she doesn't take anything that doesn

pieces and threw them on the floor. As she did, she made a silent promise, "Baby, it is me and you against the world. I will p

d dragged the plastic bag out of the closet

of disdain. "This plastic bag

mining the plastic bag while muttering. "My eyesigh

lly left that Ava realized something was wrong. Sh

p, tossing the bag. The plastic bag tore open, he

ooked downstairs, yelling

ealized that the bag had torn making it impossible

you up to now?" Logan came down

e frowned. "Playing hard to get again? Trying to act pitifu

and cared for her. If she found out about

hone, feeling detached.

, she was packing to leave but then found this dirty pl

nvince Miss Ava not to use that bag but she insisted. If wor

there, listening to their lies

as he coldly asked, "Don'

s. "Haven't you already heard what you

en't you ever satisfied

ome pampered rich wife or more like a servant? No, not even a servant gets paid. What do I get? I've managed everything for you, through thick and thin, and you still see me as some greedy leech.

rise but quickly returned to n

away, unwilling to

ngs were getting bad. She quickly interjected, "Ava, are you

. But Ava had made up her mind and refused to say a

use, eat my food, and y

hrew her pocket onto the ground,

it b

he ground. His eyes stayed on her. "And the

less. I've served your family for three yea

t without a care, revealing her delic

er. Finally, with a serious expression, he

turned his back on her, hi

n her eyes. With a slightly sorrowful tone, she

ou just say something sweet for ones. Logan is not that bad if yo

reat dignity. "Save your fake con

ack into the plastic bag. Despite the summer heat, a deep chill settled

mily swooping in to defend her. But every time s

d at the gate. Among them, a long silver-gray Lincoln stood out, gleaming under the streetlig

d said respectfully, "Miss,

if they had mistaken her for someone else. She could

you was for a stable life after the divorce, not to save face. Where di

aw a familiar figure approach her. She