All Chapters of The Billionaire's Vendetta : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Andrew couldn't help but smile as he noticed her standing on her toes and stretching to reach his face. His smile was gentle, despite the bruises on his face.Then, his gentle voice broke the silence. "Do you want me to sit?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.Amelia still avoided Andrew's gaze as she said, "if you want to."Andrew held her hands as she cleaned his wounds. He looked at her and asked again, "do you want me to sit?"Amelia hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay, sit," she said softly.He moved to the chair by his desk and sat down, still watching Amelia as she continued to clean his wounds. He could sense her discomfort and hesitance, and it made him feel even more guilty about what had happened.As she finished cleaning the wounds, Andrew reached out and gently took her hand. "Amelia," he said softly. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just...I lost control."She looked away, avoiding his gaze, but held her chin and positioned her face to his. She c

Amelia could see that he was getting more and more upset, and she didn't want to make things worse. "We just had an argument," she said, trying to downplay the situation. "It wasn't a big deal."Henry adjusted himself on the bed, his eyes still burning with anger. "So tell me," he said, his voice calmer now but still with an edge to it. "What did you guys argue about that made him hit you? Don't tell me it was all about me."Amelia stood frozen in front of Henry, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a response to his question.How was she going to tell Henry that she finally gave herself to a man and that man happened to be Andrew, and to top it all up, he was doubting he's the first man she has been with?Her thoughts were interrupted by Henry snapping his fingers in front of her face. She blinked and refocused on the present, shaking her head slightly to clear her thoughts.Amelia, what are you thinking?" he asked, concern etched into his features. "Was the argument that dee

As Andrew made his way down the stairs to the living room, he could feel the weight of Mr. Finn's gaze on him. He knew that his bruises were still visible, despite his attempts to freshen up."Wow, Mr. Reynolds," Mr. Finn exclaimed as he stood up from his chair. "So nice to see you after several months. It's good to see you back on your feet. We all thought you weren't going to make it."Andrew scoffed at Mr. Finn's words. He knew that there were people out there who wanted him dead."Who wants to kill Andrew Reynolds?" he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to anyone else in the room.But Mr. Finn seemed to take Andrew's words as a rhetorical question. He simply smiled and said, "I'm happy to see you, sir."Andrew sank down onto the cushions with a sigh, his bruises still painfully visible on his face and neck."Thanks for making it here so quick," Andrew said as. "I really need those documents as soon as possible."Mr. Finn nodded. "Always at your service, sir," he repli

Andrew looked at her with a stern expression, but he didn't say anything. He just took the card and handed over the money.The girls quickly dressed and left the apartment, and Andrew walked over to the front door, shutting it behind them. He turned to look at James, who sat on the chair, drunk.Andrew stood in front of James, feeling a mix of anger and frustration.James looked at him as he asked, "so what brings you here Andrew? Don't tell me you've come to kill me."Andrew couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the statement. "How ironic James, so tell me, why did you bring Amelia here?"James shrugged, a drunken smirk on his face. "Is that what she told you?"Why did you bring Amelia to your place?" Andrew asked, his voice firm.James smirked, as if he found the question amusing. "Is that what she told you?" he asked, taking another swig of whiskey.Andrew shook his head. "No, that's what happened," he replied, his tone becoming more serious."Did you plan on buying my shares fro

As he stood under the shower, the water washing away the sweat and the memories of the past, Andrew couldn't help but wonder if Lila was right. Did he still want her? Or was he just seeking a moment of comfort and familiarity? He scrubbed his body under the shower, letting the cool water cascade through his body. He couldn't help but let his mind wander back to his recent intimate moment with Amelia. It was different, something about it felt deeper, more meaningful than anything he had experienced before. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was a sense of connection that he didn't feel with Lila.As he stepped out of the bathroom, his thoughts were interrupted by Lila's voice. "Hey, drop my towel," she said with a mischievous smile. Andrew chuckled and used the towel to dry his hair before draping it over his shoulders."Come over to the mansion, Lila," Andrew suggested, hoping to spend more time with her. But Lila seemed hesitant. "I don't know how long I'll be in