All Chapters of Accidental Billionaire Love : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ashley nearly flinched. This wasn’t even the side of Ian that tried to irritate her to get back her memories. This was the pure unadulterated version of Ian that she remembered clearly, the one that hated her for no reason. She had been told that Ian had been exposed to the same gas she had, and she had come along with Chloe from where they were practicing their daily memory strengthening routines. Immediately she got into the room, Ian had grabbed her tightly and kissed her before telling her to stay away from him. She had been confused at first but now she understood. The bastard was back and she wasn’t sure she had enough patience to make him a normal human being all over again. She wondered how she had done it the first time and chalked it up to some kind of superhuman characteristic that she clearly lacked now.However, she wasn’t a professor for nothing. She had faced down tigers – literally, some of their field trips were the wildest – and men like Ian’s grandfather. She could

Ian's eyes opened at once to a world that seemed to have warmer tones than when he last saw it. The scent of fine leather and something else that tickled his heart nicely was present abundantly in the air. The gentle hum of the engine outside was a distant source of brown noise, making it seem as though he had woken up in a fantasy.The window with the privacy tint, offered glimpses of the world outside that framed like a moving painting. Something stirred on him and he looked down to see Ashley nestled comfortably with her head in the crook of his neck and her body lying against him. He was likened to a waterbed for the short woman.It was so undeniably peaceful, and Ian felt the beginning tendrils of happiness forming in his heart. As usual, like all things with him went, a little voice crept into his head and whispered things about how he was being exactly like Reid by cheating on his intended with another wife. He didn't know how this one did it, but he was adamant to never wal

Ashley eyed him, trying to find something to nitpick on. But she had been influenced, she wasn't seeing the handsome prickly man that hated everything she did, she was seeing the adorable one that clung fiercely and refused to let go when she just woke up, the supportive one that had offered her extra hands when she suggested to burn her step sister to ashes – it was a riveting conversation that took place shortly after she was informed of the reason Richard wasn't in her life at the moment – and the one that had point blank told her he was in love with her.For the sake of that man that she had known shortly, she would withstand whatever tantrums this one held."C'mere", she said, waving him over. Ian didn't want to go, but his body had responded to the initial command and he knew it would make him look stupid if he stepped back after stepping forward. What had she done to make him so stupidly complacent?As he got to her, she opened her arms and reached up. Ian automatically leaned

Ashley had tossed and turned on the bed. Getting used to sleeping with an octopus was a terrible thing when said octopus wasn’t in the bed. She wondered how he would sleep, the first day she lost her memories was when she found out he couldn’t sleep properly if she wasn’t around. He was too stubborn for his own good.She sighed as she rolled down and padded over to Louis, she liked the man, she remembered him fuzzily. She wanted to know where the library was.“Mr Louis, good evening”, she whispered to the old man elegantly sipping champagne from a flute. Unfazed by her sudden showing up in the middle of the night, he smiled and set the flute on the counter gently before facing her.“Good evening Madam”, he said softly. Ashley smiled back and fidgeted. She didn’t know if he needed to ask permission from Ian first, if he did, she would just go to bed immediately. There was no way he would let her near his library. “May I ask where the library is?”, she asked softly, praying he didn’t h

Ashley reclined on the bed, her legs gently throbbing. She was covered only by a white blanket, Ian had most likely covered her up so she wouldn’t get cold after. Ian had stood up before her and she had no idea where he was, so she decided to check out the bunker. The room, much like Ian’s general tastes, was monochrome and it spoke volumes through its grayscale symphony. Every detail seemed meticulously curated to embody a sense of sleek simplicity.The bedframe boasted clean lines and stark contrasts. Its black frame stood out against crisp white sheets, inviting a sense of tranquility. As Ashley traced her fingers along the smooth surface, she marveled at the precision that went into crafting this seemingly unassuming piece of furniture.The walls were an expanse of unyielding concrete. Splashes of black and white danced in harmony, offering a visual feast that resonated with Ian's avant-garde taste.It felt to her like Ian had dedicated all his energy in making sure the room was a