All Chapters of Head Over Heels For His Billionaire Ex-wife : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ROSY I frowned upon seeing Caleb still in the garage, pacing restlessly around his car. I narrowed my eyes and began to walk towards my car, ignoring his presence. “Don’t try to act like you didn’t see me,” his hard voice made my heart skip a beat. I swallowed hard and continued walking briskly towards my car. I still wonder why I gave my chauffeur a leave. Now I’m alone with this madman in the garage. “We need to talk, Rosy,” he shouted when I got to my car. I spun around and glared at him. “There’s nothing to talk about. Let’s end the deal and stop seeing each other. The sex never happened, okay?” I snapped out without thinking twice. I realized the mistake I had made when I saw his lips twitch into a sardonic smile. “Didn’t you say we should keep that secret behind the doors of my room but here you are blurting it out,” he mumbled. The serious and angry look on his face was gone; it was replaced by that mocking smirk that caused a stir of irritati

ROSY“This is a sample of the product; we need your approval before the production is kicked off. We took our time to research it, and the team of researchers concluded that the product would be a hit in the food industry,” Miss Theresa concluded and dropped her tablet on the desk.“Hmm…” I hummed, staring at the juice before me.“The advertisement?”“It will begin as soon as the production is completed, ma’am.”“When will that be over?”“In less than a week,” Miss Theresa assured.“You don’t have to worry, we’re out to get a famous model for the advert. The offer will be so tempting that she won’t be able to say no, also—”“I don’t need the model,” I cut her off and her jaws dropped.“Huh?” she huffed.“I have someone in mind for the advert. Slash the offer, I will handle it myself,” I said.Miss Theresa darted her lashes and slowly nodded.“Yes,” she said before retrieving the tablet.I picked up the small bottle of juice and clicked it open before consuming half of the

CALEB I watched Rosy drop down to the ground in dejection. Her ghostly face held heartbreaking emotions as the ambulance carrying Madam Helen's body drove away. The house was in chaos as everyone ran around with horror in their eyes. After we found her dead body in the plant house, it was assumed that she had overdosed on her medication because her bottle of medicine was found lying close to her. The only one who seemed to be in pain was Rosy; the rest of her relatives had a blank expression. Perhaps, a happy one was hidden within the mask. It all seemed like a dream to me as I watched the ambulance skid away with its unique siren blaring in the air. How is this possible? I spoke with Madam Helen a few hours ago, how can she be dead? Why did she ignore the doctor's prescription? Could it be a mistake? “How did this happen?” Melanie chipped behind me, drifting me away from my thoughts. “When you get to the hospital, you will find that out,” Mariano snapped at her and got i

ROSY A gasp left my lips as I stared at the jovial activities going on. Is this a funeral or a celebration? I clenched my fist and staggered back, my head swirling around in circles. Caleb caught me, rubbing my arm. “Take it easy, Rosy.” I breathed in and shut my eyes to all the irritating activities around me. “Come here!” I heard Suzanne shout after her son in excitement. Other family members and friends around laughed at the child’s behavior. “Let him be, Suz, he’s enjoying himself. Besides, we are having fun, too,” Mariano chuckled, and the others agreed, making my heart bleed in pain. “Yes, yes, you’re right,” Melinda muttered and I scoffed in disbelief. “I need to leave this place,” I muttered and began to stagger away from the garden, rubbing my burning forehead as I tried to clear the blurry vision. My feet tripped and Caleb caught me again, leading me out to the plant house. Immediately I stepped in, I felt a sensation knock out of every p

ROSY My presence caused the noisy room to become as silent as a graveyard. I glared at their scowling faces one after another before taking my seat, far away from them. I knew that a day like this would come; I knew that they would never keep quiet about the will for long. If not for my behavior at the funeral, they would have had the will read out on that day; that was their plan. “I thought you would never show up; besides, isn’t this a gathering for people who are interested in the family’s fortune?” Melanie mocked. “Be quiet, Mel,” Silas warned, and she narrowed her eyes at him, cursing him to his face. Silas is a cousin who doesn’t exist to everyone. He is always minding his company and affairs. Ever since we were young, Silas never associated with or participated in any group activity, even when begged to. He doesn’t taunt me nor save me from taunts, his behavior makes it impossible to tell if he is a friend or foe. He looked up at him again and found his c