Back In The Arms Of My Billionaire Ex Husband

utive waiting near the entrance. As he stepped out, he was greeted by the sight of a red

d him, but the security guards stepped in, keeping them from g

to meet you," the executive said,

eplied, shaking his hand. "My ap

a hassle," he replied, already trying

im respectfully, everyone had already heard t

d the sound of heels cl

te late, Mr.

sed elegantly in a milk-coloured skirt and a contrast-trim top. Her black hi

, wondering if it was a coincidence or

the president's assi

ed an eyebr

, Reese extended her hand for a ha

t back?" he asked as th

ur dad later offered me a job in th

s large and quiet, except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. A long table stretched across the centre, su

e felt calm an

president, and everyone gave him a warm

guided him to

, behind which stood a comfortable leather chair. A chandelier hung from th

ty skyline, flooding the space with natural light. Framed awards and modern

t of his thoughts. She glanced at her wristwatch. "It'

Dante replied. "I have som

n. "Nice meeting you again, D

lled her phone from her purse and dialled a

e. Are you sure he'd even be inte

e's definitely going to love you, just give him time.

ps together and nodde

e," Mrs. Montclair said

.

monitor filled the air. Ashley clenched her fists tightly as

d have happened. She couldn't help but be thankful that

s eyes slowly fluttered open. He squinted against

s sister's bright smile instantly made him feel a l

the stitches," Ashley gently reminded him, ad

his stomach, and the doctors ha

y?" she asked, worr

a faint smile. "I feel better now t

r and handed it over with a straw.

d, her voice cracking again. "If anything had happened to you, I don

p crying like this, I might just join you, and y

softly and wiped

and felt a pang of guilt. His 27-year-old sister

Both siblings turned their heads at the same time. Dante

w. She stepped out, gently pulling Dante by the hand to a mor

asked, glancing down at he

quickly let go. "He's awa

check on him b

ne. But... I don't think it's a good idea for you to see him o

't have to explain." Without another word, he

tian spoke up. "Wasn't that Dante you were ju

adn't changed much, if anything,

t her lip

ng on getting back together with him. What abo

ted in her stomach. She wasn't ready

g. Dante and I ran into each ot

"Enough talking. You just woke up from a coma. Eat so

, and Simon entered, holding

ling?" he asked, placing the

tter," Tristia

can stop worrying over you; just look at th

burst into

nds on her hips. "Very funny, huh?" she muttered

" he asked, and she nodded, following Simon

e. "The guy who shot Tristian...

ristian to the VIP ward in this luxury hospital that doesn't e

eplied, avoiding eye contact with Simon,

money tree growing in his backyard, he still wouldn't

ng. The night Tristian got shot, he came to the comp

roke up with you and disappeared abroad? That Dante you

ss he just got back af

ndomly run into each other, and

ut a small sm

e he didn't ask you for anything ridiculous like in t

ateful Dante had treated her with more respect, asking her to be

ret from everyone still felt l

rd after saying goodbye to Simon,

s from

ideo

into Dante's room...