บททั้งหมดของ Choosing My Billionaire Husband: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

“Your hands are shaking,” I said to Davis when I could feel my lips enough to speak out. He looked down at his hands with pursed lips as if he didn't believe me, and crossed them so he could deny it. “I haven't eaten. That's probably it,” he explained. Knowing he would only deny it if I asked again, I decided to let it go. Having just woken up, I had no desire to go to sleep again so early in the morning, but I knew he wouldn't let me do anything else. He had always been over protective even when he had no reason to, so now was going to be worse. “How do you feel?” he asked me, coming closer but holding himself back from touching me at the last moment. “A little better. I don't know what happened. Maybe it was hunger as you said.” He nodded and turned back straight ahead. Left with nothing to occupy ourselves with, we remained in silence on the bed, lost in our thoughts. “I know you don't want to hear it Cass, but I'm sorry for the way I treated you in the past. You didn't deser

‘I wasn’t going to fall for any of it,’ I told myself repeatedly as we silently got back into my house. It was becoming more and more difficult to tell myself this and believe it, especially when my heart was thumping excitedly and my cheeks felt warm. How could I keep telling myself something else when my body was saying the exact opposite? How could I convince myself to ignore him when my body ached to draw to him and I secretly wished he would find an excuse to follow me into my room?Why couldn’t I do what I wanted to do anyway? I was grown. He had changed, hadn’t he?This was exactly what I had been thinking the day I had drunk myself to stupor and sent those messages to him, hoping he would come back for me. It was my dumb decision to follow my heart that got me into this mess in the first place. That decision to follow him to wherever he was going, even when he continually asked me not to, just as long as it meant spending time with him. Even though he was acting differently an

Cassie He had rejected me. Again. I felt stupid. How had I been so dumb to throw myself at him after everything that had happened? After everything I had promised myself not to do. I groaned as I paced around the kitchen. How many times would I be in this exact position? Regretting why I had acted some way around him. How many times did this have to happen? For me to berate myself before I learned my lesson? Biting a huge chunk out of an apple I found in bowl in the kitchen, I mentally prepared myself to face him. When I was almost done with eating it, I suddenly stopped chewing, remembering I hadn't gone grocery shopping since I got here. Davis had definitely done so. When had he gone out and gotten apples? If I was being honest, if not for him, I would have been at Kayden’s feet begging for my life. If not for him, I would have been homeless and at the mercy of my father. But what drew me to him again and again wasn't just our intimacy or his kindness. If I was given the opport

Davis povIt was almost eight in the evening and Cassie was sleeping beside me. I watched her while she slept, unable to keep the stupid smile from my face as I watched her. She slept peacefully like she always did and I was happy to know that my presence in her life hadn't taken that peace away. I don't know when exactly I fell in love with her but it had started with small things like this. Watching her sleep, watching her do certain things from afar, and thinking about her when she was away. I'd managed to convince myself it was all because I needed her to do things a certain way so she wouldn't ruin my reputation, but it ended up being more than that. Everything with her was different. She challenged me without even trying and somehow, I enjoyed being challenged for the first time, craved it even. It had been more than just being envious of Kayden, the man she didn't need but had been so desperate to be with. My hands balled into fists when I thought about him. That bastard. I

Cassie:“What's going on?” I asked, fear creeping into my voice. I didn't like the look on his face. Whatever the person he had called had told him was definitely bad news that was serious. “Just dress up quickly. I'll tell you on the way,” he said, going to grab his keys. “Where are we going?” I asked, getting up. “Home,” he said, stopping in his tracks and giving me a small but satisfied smile even though he had looked extremely worried a minute ago. “California,” he explained when I gave him a look. I paused. Could I even believe him? Was he so desperate to get me back with him in California that he would make up that whole call when there was actually nothing amiss? “Tell me exactly what happened,” I stated, crossing my arms in a stance that I hoped would show him I wasn't dumb enough to fall for his shallow tricks. I expected him to chuckle or admit he had been lying, but he only gave me a blank stare that made me question myself. “There’s literally no time, Cass. We nee