All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING MY EX-WIFE: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Kyle King‘I can't believe I am out of that place finally! I almost lost my mind staying in that room and watching those boring comedy shows.’ I said, entering the house.Dr. Clark had lived up to his promise and cleared me to leave the hospital. I was expected to come in for biweekly check-ups due to the blows to my head. There was no serious damage, according to him, but he was afraid that I might have a relapse. I hoped none of that happened.Xavier grinned. ‘But you had beautiful nurses fighting to take care of you. Too bad, your mom’s scowl pursued them away.’I laughed, remembering a funny drama that happened between my mom and one of the young nurses. Mom had caught her taking a selfie with me while I was asleep. Mom had to warn them off and instruct Dr. Clark to allow only the older nurses. If only she knew they were desperate like the young ones.‘Let’s not talk about that episode, Xavier. The older nurses almost made me regret my gorgeousness. It’s not easy being this handso

Kyle KingThere was nothing like fulfilment. You know when you have been trying to accomplish a particular purpose and the obstacles keep coming up until you want to give up, then, suddenly, there is a light. You find a solution to that purpose, and you accomplish it. Tessa’s change of heart was the purpose that I had finally accomplished. It served a purpose, but it was worthy of my celebration. I hadn’t expected her coming to Nashville to bring good tidings, but it did. I replayed the conversation in my head as I scrolled through the documents. Xavier left my desk. Remembering Tessa’s voice made the task easier, and I couldn’t help but smile until a voice interrupted me. I looked up, staring at the bald executive who had the guts to interrupt my ‘alone’ moment. I had forgotten for a minute that I was in the middle of a meeting and they were awaiting my verdict on a project we expected to execute as the official project of Planet O for the quarter year. ‘Is there something in the

Geneveive Tessa RobertVera!I yelled, rushing towards her. I hadn’t seen her since I arrived in Nashville. She was looking more beautiful than before and healthier. I suspected Murphy had pampered her more than expected. She hugged me, emitting the scent of lavendar oil. ‘I’ve missed you so much. Murphy refused to drive me over to your house yesterday. Where are the kids?’I helped her to sit comfortably on the couch. ‘They are at my parent's place. As soon as they returned home from school, Mom sent James to pick them up. They have stolen my kids from me.’She chuckled. ‘At least, you have the house to yourself until their birthday party. You’re done with all the preparations?’'Yes, and Kyle is returning tomorrow’s night. You know it’s his first time attending the children’s birthday, and he doesn’t want to miss it.’‘I never thought I would see the day Kyle King would become a soft heart. Did you guys talk about your relationship status?’I nodded, remembering our conversation. ‘

Geneveive Tessa RobertKyle spent two days at my place, and I enjoyed every moment with him. We visited the Thames, famous museums, and Buckingham Palace. I grew closer to him as we talked and dined together. He also followed me to visit Vera at her place. He flowed easily with Mercy-Vera’s baby girl, and it amazed us.I commented on it when we left, and he hinted that he has been reading a lot about parenting in preparation for the kids. He wanted to know more about what was expected from him as a father. He didn’t know, but those words drew me closer to him. I didn’t want to fall deeply though because my head kept reminding me that he was just a friend and nothing more. I couldn’t fall in love with him yet. But a bit won’t hurt yet.I stretched on the bed, ignoring the alarm. I had a long day ahead. The twins' birthday was today, and there were a lot of activities I needed to supervise to ensure everything went well. Kyle would be coming to help after he was done with his supervisio

Kyle KingI walked into her building, but the receptionist blandly told me she was busy with meetings. I dialled her number several times, but she wasn’t picking. I sent her numerous texts, pleading and informing her I was at the reception. She didn’t reply. I decided to wait until closing hours. She doesn't stay cooped up in her office all day. If she still kept to her schedule, I know by two p.m., she always drove over to her house to check up on the kids and Estella. I winked at the stiff security guards as I settled at the reception. They wouldn’t dare to disturb me because they knew my status. I scrolled through my phone as the early moment with Avaline replayed in my mind. I was going to start with her family. I will reduce them to dust and then ensure their family’s name becomes history. I sent a message to my Russian ethical hacker: Whenever I wanted to do dirty deals, I didn't want trace to my name. I used him. He knew how to walk into an encrypted bank account, drain them,