All Chapters of Head Over Heels For His Billionaire Ex-wife : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CALEBRosy gasped and pulled back to her seat, breathing heavily. The fresh streaks of tears were still on her face. “Are you okay?” I asked and reached out my hand to touch her face but she slapped my hands away and wiped her face with the back of her palm.Daisy’s eyes were fixed on us as she glanced from Rosy to me.“Are you two okay?” She chipped and Rosy nodded.“Yes, we are,” Rosy said and looked out of the window.I cursed the car under my breath, gripping the steering wheels in anger. If it hadn’t been the stupid lurch, I would have maintained that nice relationship with Rosy.I glanced at her again, shaking my head at her behaviorOne minute, she’s happy, and the other minute, she’s upset.Her mood swings drive me crazy.I pulled into Madam Helen’s garage, and we got out of the car.Rosy took Daisy’s hand and began to lead her into the mansion.I trailed after them, sighing repeatedly at her cold behavior.“Hey, Rosy, slow down,” I called out. She snapped her hea

ROSY “Have you seen the news, Rosy?” Melanie gasped, staring at her phone. I dropped the fork I was holding and watched as everyone brought out their phones and began to scroll through for the latest news concerning me. Madam Helen was also so curious that she took out her phone and began to look through it. What’s going on? What could be on the news about me now? My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I remembered Jennifer. Could it be she carried out her threats? No, it can’t be! My fears broadened when everyone began to glance intimidatingly at me. “Woah, look who we have here. A fake!” Francis laughed and they began to chuckle and join in his laughter. My hands began to tremble, and I couldn’t even touch or hold anything. My lips shook, till I had to sink my teeth into my lips as I slammed my eyes shut. What am I going to tell Madam Helen? How will I explain to her? “Rosy!” her voice boomed, almost shattering me into pieces. I gasped out loud and slowly open

ROSY I panicked when Veronica mentioned the press. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as beads of perspiration covered my forehead. My palm grew wet as I wondered what I was supposed to do to get out of here without being caught by the press. “Come with me,” Veronica said and gripped my hand, pulling me towards a door that I had never taken notice of since my stay at Veronica’s place. “There is a backdoor that leads into the woods behind the house. I have a pick-up truck packed there for emergency purposes,” Veronica explained and I nodded without even giving her words a second thought. She opened the door and we stepped into the woods. Veronica seemed to know the woods like the back of her palm. She navigated her way out and led me to an old pick-up truck packed at the end of the woods, just like she explained. The paints were almost washed off, and the license plate was dangling weakly, threatening to fall off at any time. “Why do you carry this kind of thing

CALEB I couldn’t think of anything else but the suffering Rosy must be passing through because of Katherine’s words. She deserved it anyway. The tables have been turned, and unfortunately, she suffered from her plots. I chuckled as I let the water cascade down on me. Everything was fine between Rosy and me until she made the mistake of trying to ruin me, now she has ended up ruining herself. I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist before stepping out of the bathroom. My eyes caught Katherine who was sleeping on the bed. I huffed in annoyance, furrowing my brows in anger. I ignored her and pulled out a shirt and black pants before texting Julius to meet me in the clubhouse. He replied almost immediately that he’d be there before I arrived. I rolled my eyes and scoffed, picturing his large face grinning in excitement. “You were moaning her name all through.” I paused and cranked my head backwards to Katherine whose angry eyes were peeking at me.

ROSY I slowly pushed the door open and stepped into her room. Madam Helen was seated in front of the fireplace, her eyes looked into a distance as the fire before her cackled and roared. I slipped into the room and stood behind her, letting the heat from the fireplace warm up my body. “The chair beside me is empty,” her voice made me jump into nervousness. I swallowed hard and forced my numb feet to shuffle close to her. I dropped into the rocking chair and stared into the bright fire in the fireplace. “I am not going to apologize for putting you through the pain of running in the rain and getting your blood pressure hiked up because of me,” she began. “I wasn’t expecting one either,” I rasped out a reply. Silence ensued between us after that exchange of brusque words. The door opened and a maid walked in with a tray containing a teapot and some cups. She set it down on a coffee table and poured out hot tea for the both of us. “This is the best recipe for a cold lon