All Chapters of Widowed Billionaire Looking For Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Is there anyone around here who usually sells breakfast?" Antony asked again.Claire opened her eyes again, looking at Antony, who was gazing at her curiously. She couldn't help but chuckle."Why?" Antony asked, surprised."If they do, are you going to go there and buy some?" Claire challenged."That's why I'm asking," Antony replied flatly. He was puzzled, wondering what was funny about his question.But Antony's confusion was met with laughter. "How can a CEO buy breakfast for his subordinates? Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?" Claire mocked."What's wrong with a CEO buying breakfast? Is it forbidden? Or do you think I'm the type of CEO who can only use my finger?" Claire nodded at his question. Antony scoffed immediately. "You've been influenced too much by Korean dramas and romance novels," he teased back.Claire frowned. How could he come to such a conclusion? Antony pointed to one of the cabinets in Claire's room, filled with her favorite romance novels."Those are

Now Claire was mute. Did she actually hate Antony? She didn't know. Did she hate the man, or did she simply not respect him? There was a difference between the two words, wasn't there?"Have you forgotten the saying, 'You don't love what you don't know'?" Antony's question disrupted Claire's thoughts. She looked at him with a furrowed brow. "Whatever you've heard about me, I don't know how much of it is true.""But if you want to know about me from my perspective, don't hesitate to ask. I'll answer everything honestly," Antony replied firmly.Claire could only remain silent. She felt uneasy, embarrassed, and there was some other feeling she couldn't quite articulate."But in return, if I ask you something, you have to tell me the truth as well. Not something made up. Especially not something that will make me even more jealous," Antony added, his expression now annoyed."What do you mean?" Claire asked, confused."I don't mean anything by it," Antony answered ambiguously. "So, do you

"It's too late for that," Claire shrugged. "But I won't push you," she finally replied. She didn't want to bring up Antony's past, especially if it would hurt him. Although she was indeed curious."Let's just say your marriage to Flavia's mother ended. And I conclude it didn't end well," Claire continued. Antony nodded. "But why did you choose to give Flavia up to your parents?"Antony smiled sadly again. "The end of our marriage shattered me completely at that time. My world, which I thought was perfect, seemed to collapse with just one divorce certificate.""Seeing Flavia felt like a reminder of the biggest mistake and failure of my life. I unjustly blamed that innocent little baby. The truth is, from the beginning, I was the one at fault. I was the one who didn't listen when my mother and aunts forbade me from marrying Flavia's mother."I was the one who forced myself to hold on to something that I never truly possessed from the start. Love made me blind, and I got swept away in it

"She loves you, or she makes you believe that she loves you," Gian retorted sharply. "If she really loved you, she wouldn't have done what she did back then. I heard that when you returned, you found out she was cheating with a French businessman, right? Isn't that true?" Gian asked, his gaze probing."More than that. That woman was even in bed with that man when Antony came back.""Damn!" Gian cursed sharply. "You saw her with another man while she was carrying your child?""I even initially doubted that she was Antony's child," Altezza replied flatly. "If I hadn't seen her eyes, I would have truly suspected she belonged to another man. Flavia's face is completely her mother's," she continued. Antony chose to look away. "Now, back to the original topic, cousin. Think again about what you feel for Claire. Is this just an obsession because she's bruised your ego, or do you genuinely like her for who she is?""Why do you keep asking about Antony's feelings?" Gian challenged Altezza. "It

"Well, we can just check," Haisley replied, snapping back to reality.Abigail looked at Flavia again. Her friend was nodding enthusiastically.Abigail shrugged. She had no reason to refuse her friend's request. "Alright. After school, we'll go there," she said. Flavia cheered happily and reflexively hugged Abigail. "Are you coming too?" Abigail asked Haisley.Haisley shook her head. "I have my regular study group," she replied. Abigail simply nodded.At 2:30 PM, after school was dismissed, the two of them immediately flagged down a taxi. Abigail and Flavia walked toward the gate and exchanged glances when they saw that the gate was locked."Don't you have a spare key?" Flavia asked again, her head poking around to peek through the part of the gate that was partially blocked by thick plastic. "Abby..." she tapped her friend's arm quickly. "That's my dad's car," she said in a whisper.For a moment, Abigail stopped searching her bag for the house key and joined Flavia in peeking. The car