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The Mighty CEO Knelt Outside My Door After I Asked for a Divorce
Author: PageProfit Studio Genre: BillionairesThe Mighty CEO Knelt Outside My Door After I Asked for a Divorce
lit like this. Wait there, I'm telling my grand
l, Old Mrs. Hart didn't waste
before he answered, and Old Mrs. Ha
ut there? You bullying Stella again? She's talking divo
n his grandma's voice came blaring from the phone-lo
twitched, those wide innocent
back, whispering comfort to calm her dow
and sighed. "Grandma, please calm do
bad she's done with you. Sophie's out of the country for treatment, and you're stil
liked that scheming Isabelle anyway. In her eyes, the woma
noyed, but he held bac
treatment too. And there's really nothing going on between me
going o
he bit down so hard on her lip that it almost bled. The plate she was holding slipped fro
harshly through
ight now. Apologize properly, fix this mess. If she gets hur
out and clearly reluctant, but he had no
. I got it. I'll
hung up, his
other, playing the victim and spinning th
a-always thro
sheet music and shouted about divo
to get a reaction ou
over to his side and looked up with
don't
e angel like that? Some of the ten
hie-his Sophie was just as adorab
o go out for a bit. Listen to your mom while I'm gone, and I'll be back soon."Olivia
g his coat. Before he lef
out. Take car
uddenly popped into Isabelle's mind. She crouched do
's love. Daddy used to be able to play with you, tell you stories... but now
ontinued, "So, maybe don't clin
e mouth pouted
want her to take D
a into her arms and g
've got to work hard to make Daddy stay. Otherwise, S
welled up in her eyes. Just thinking abo
belle's sleeve, voi
Daddy to leave, I wan
e cried harder and harder, even struggling
ped her tears and
sweet and sensible, Daddy will like you mo
odded, her little f
around. She couldn't l
loves me, what about Sophi
e what she was hearing. How could this kid stil
't forget-Stella tried to hurt you. The
rowning as he turned on t
ma to complain. Unbelievable. No
ing to have a word w
ulled up in front of the
oom, Old Mrs. Hart shot up from her sea
aying at Isabelle's? That's disgraceful! You've thro
ed cold, his voice
sabelle back then. You know e
e slammed her hand on the table so hard the teacup
g that up again! I
n, cutting in before the
lly nothing to argue about. If you want, yo