All Chapters of The CEO's Gold Digger : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

________________...Susan sat down on one of the cold metallic chairs of the hospital corridor as she sobbed into her hands. She had not contacted Trisha, Mathew, or Damien yet. They were either at work or at school and she was not in a state to call them.Nor was Willow in a state to see them.Knox was there within ten minutes."She is up?" His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he skidded to a stop in front of Susan, panting. The man had raced up seven flights of stairs because he did not have the patience to wait for the lift.Susan nodded, her own eyes red from crying. "But she doesn't want to see you. Or me."Knox's heart sank. He had been bracing himself for the moment she woke up, knowing that she would be devastated. And he had anticipated this.If Willow had despised him for what had happened in the past, then he knew that she must absolutely loathe him at this moment.But he also knew that that woman had never loved anyone as much as she had loved him. And no matter what

_________________...THREE YEARS LATER...."Surprise," Trisha said flatly as she pushed Willow aside and barged into her apartment. It was three in the morning and Willow was out of it.She shook her head to clear her mind and closed the front door, following the heavily pregnant woman into the kitchen where she was raiding the fridge."Why is there no ice cream?" Trisha looked disgusted. "It is so weird to not see ice cream in Willow Mason's fridge!"Willow chuckled tiredly. "Well, it's been three years, Trish. Maybe my taste has changed."Trisha shot her a look over her shoulder. "Yeah, and maybe pigs can fly." She sat down at the kitchen table, her belly resting heavily on it. "Any taste change that includes not liking ice cream is a bad change."Willow rolled her eyes. "You know what else is bad?""Flying seven hours while eight months pregnant just because my husband is an asshole?" Trisha gave her a saccharine smile."Flying seven hours every time Dan doesn't do as you say."

________________..."Do you forgive him, Will?"Willow blinked.Before she could answer the first question, Trisha shot another much more ridiculous one. "Do you think you are willing to give him another chance?"Willow stared at her friend. "Trish, it's been three years. We have moved on. And we are never going to cross paths again. I don't see any point in holding any grudge against him. But that does not mean that we will ever end up together again. And why do you think that there is even a scope for another chance? He could be married with kids for all we know." The thought tugged at her heart. She hadn't asked him even though she wanted to. For three years, she had blocked out everything related to him and she wanted it to stay the same way. The problem was - whenever she had imagined ever coming across him again, she had always imagined that all the pain and hurt from their past would hit her like a freight train. But that had not happened. She had not felt the pain, the gr

_________________...Willow walked over to the kitchen, opening the cabinet for an extra apron. It matched with his. She had gotten the pair on a sale.His read: Toast Her read: ButterBoth had a ridiculous cartoon of a stick of butter dancing with a piece of toast.Willow's cheeks heated up at the situation.What am I doing? She thought. Have I forgotten what had happened?But when she looked at Knox, she saw the tiredness in his eyes. He had lost weight. His shoulders were not as broad as they used to be. And the sparkle in his eyes was gone, replaced by something that looked a bit like sadness."Are you in the middle of a merger or something?" She couldn't help but ask.He turned to face her, taking in the caricature on her apron and then looking down on his own. He fought the laughter that bubbled up his throat."Don't fight it." Willow rolled her eyes. "I know it's ridiculous."Knox chuckled, the sound warming her more than it should. "No, it's perfect. Who knew you had such

_________________...Willow bit her lip, contemplating. "Jacuzzi sounds good." She finally decided.Knox grinned. He turned to the driver and knocked on the seat. The man looked in the rearview mirror. Knox gestured to have the partition up."What are you-"Before Willow could complete her sentence, Knox was on his knees before her. "I need you nice and ready for when we reach there."Her eyes widened, looking around nervously. "But what if someone sees us?""The glasses are tinted, the partition is up." Knox lifted her foot and took off her shoe, placing a kiss on her toes that sent a thrill up her spine. "Oh yeah, it's not soundproof so you need to keep it down unless you want Tyler to know what we are doing here."Willow's cheeks burned. "Knox, stop it." But she didn't mean it.Knox's grin grew wider as he took her other shoe off and placed it next to the first one. "Why should I?" He whispered, his breath tickling the skin on her ankles.Without waiting for a response, Knox sli