All Chapters of Miss Goody Two Shoes : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“What?” Ace repeated stupidly, although he’d heard Taylor's words clearly. “Work for you? You’re kidding, right?” “Do I sound like I’m kidding? Have you ever known me to joke where business is concerned?” Hmm. The woman had a point. Taylor Croft didn’t throw words around lightly, but Ace had no idea how to respond without offending her. Taylor had left her yacht, something she’d sworn to never do, to come around the world simply to check on him. Ace might not love her, but Taylor would always be an important part of his life, and Emily would have to understand. “No.” Checking on Emily, Ace hated that cold, blank expression that had settled over her face. She’d thrown up that damn shield, as if expecting to be disappointed. “You know I wanted to come home to be with my family. And you couldn’t know this, but Liam's hurt, and I can’t leave him now.” He sketched out the facts of the accident. Taylor's face was etched with concern. “Do you need my help? I

▪️Ace▪️ “A character,” Ace murmured. “Her name’s Ruth. Emily and I help her out since she lives alone. But don’t you dare say she can’t take care of herself.” “Ruth, what’s wrong? What do you need help with?” Emily asked as they approached. “Let it wait a moment.” She waved at Emily and directed her gaze toward Taylor. “Who is this handsome she devil?” “Ruth, meet Taylor Croft. Taylor, this is the one and only Ruth Edith.” Taylor lifted her hand and kissed it. “Absolutely enchanted, madam.” “Aren’t you a charmer? I was always a sucker for a British accent. Come inside. We can have some tea.” “The ladies left already?” He couldn’t imagine Taylor enjoying being swarmed by her friends. “Yes. Della’s daughter needed an emergency babysitter—something about her husband getting hurt playing basketball, so when she left, they all followed.” Emily held the door and swept her hand in front of her. “Might as well go inside. Whatever Ruth wants, she gets, so it’s useless to argue.” “I’m

▪️ Emily ▪️ Olivia wiped her eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away what was happening, but I couldn’t sit by his bedside and talk to him, with him having no memory, then call you and repeat the whole story again…I would’ve lost it.” It wasn’t until they’d come home that Olivia told her and Ace the truth—that when Liam first regained consciousness he was so befuddled, he didn’t remember her or his parents, and she’d left the hospital in tears. The next day, sitting with him, waiting and hoping for his memory to return, left her drained and exhausted, but the following afternoon, to everyone’s relief, Liam greeted her with a smile and an “I love you.” And she’d confided to Emily that she’d never seen Liam cry until she told him about the miscarriage. Like she’d done since childhood, Emily wished she could take away her pain and make it her own, but when she hugged him, she could feel her strength. She didn’t need her to fight her battles anymore; she wa

▪️ Emily ▪️ "Of course I am.” Ace's cocky grin reappeared at last, and Emily knew she was lost. Or perhaps she’d found herself by falling in love with this wild, impetuous man. She never wanted to be the cause of Ace's unhappiness again. “I didn’t believe I was the type of man who’d find love. I’m too serious, too set in my ways…” “You got in my way, and I never want you to get out of it.” Ace's brows drew together. “It’s time we both stopped thinking about who we were, and concentrate on who we are. If a few years ago you’d asked me where I’d be today and what I’d be doing, I wouldn’t have been able to answer you. I didn’t know. I didn’t think about the future. But now, if it’s one year…or five or ten, no matter where I am, I know where my heart will be.” He took Emily's hand in his and laced their fingers together. “With you.” “You’re a romantic.” Ace had shattered all her preconceived expectations and beliefs about so many things. Most of all, who Emily was when they were togeth

“And apparently you’re the CEO of a multinational banking and financial services holding company. I don’t know what much of that means.” “You can look it up on the Internet. Anything more?” She stared at the next line. “It says you’re a lovely person, and very kind to animals.” “Cole.” It showed how screwed up her priorities were right then that, for a moment, all she could think was, He remembered her name. she imagined his lips shaping it: Cole, Cole, Cole. “Uh, what?” “What does it really say?” Her name, and the touch of sternness, raised all the hairs on her arms. “It says you’re the third richest man in the UK with a net worth in the region of twelve billion quid.” She waited. No idea what for. She'd done as he’d commanded, but he wasn’t exactly going to shower her in praise and cookies for it. she expected he would hang up but he didn’t and so they were stuck there, fresh silence deepenin