All Chapters of SORRY DEAR EX, IT'S YOUR LOSS, NOT MINE: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

Anna/Linda POV I was feeling anxious as I sat alone on the couch.  The adults were busy minding the kids, and I did not want to intrude.  I watched my daughter. She looked happy, surrounded by her cousins, and had forgotten about Flint and me.  I looked at my watch and grew increasingly worried.  It had been close to an hour since Rowan dragged Flint away. I wondered what they were talking about. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt someone sat beside me. 

Flint POV“Shhh!” Anna warned me when Penelope stirred in her sleep. We just got home, and I placed our baby girl on her cot. “She hasn’t eaten yet. Should we wake her?” I asked, worried that my baby was going to sleep hungry. Anna smiled. “They munched on fruits earlier. If she gets hungry, she’ll wake up, don’t worry.” I nodded. We went to the kitchen to hunt for food. We looked like burglars while we opened and closed cupboards and the refrigerator. Anna was giggling every time I nuzzled her neck from behind. “Flint! Stop! I want to eat.” She admonished and swatted at my arm to make me behave. She looked happy. Her face glowed, and it was a huge turn-on. “I want to eat you instead,” I told her huskily, my breath fanning the loose tendril of hair that hung on the side of her face. Anna’s eyes bulged, and her nostrils flared, looking scandalized at my admission. She turned around and became silent.Anna evaded eye contact and knew that she was shy. That is the reason why

Anna/Linda POV“Good morning, Flint.” It was Goldstone. “Anna.” “You can call her Linda. I don’t want to confuse the people in addressing her. She is known here as Linda. Let it stay that way.” Goldstone handed Flint a brown envelope.“Thanks,” Flint said, taking the brown envelope and tucking it in his pants back pocket. Then, Flint invited Goldstone to join us for breakfast, but the latter declined. “I still have work waiting at the office.” He told us and nodded in my direction. I appreciated his tact, and we smiled at each other. Before Goldstone left us, he held Penelope’s hand, and our girl beamed. “Kwin!” She said, pointing to herself, and Goldstone chuckled. “Your daughter knew where she came from,” Goldstone murmured. “Of course. She is my little Queen. And her mother is my real Queen.” Flint said proudly, making me blush. I could not admonish him because I could feel the pride every time he spoke about us to people he knew. How can you resent a man whose eyes sh

Flint POVPenelope thrashed in my arms.She was crying in earnest now that I had curtailed her freedom. “Daddy!” She was kicking her legs. When we reached the elevator, I pulled Anna inside and let Penelope down. Once she was on her feet, she lifted her head toward me and smiled, finally winning this round. Anna pinched me on the side.What can I do? I can say no to my little Queen for too long.When the elevator pinged, announcing our arrival on our destination floor, I took Penelope’s hands to hold it securely. “Let’s walk together, Penny,” I told her before grabbing Anna’s hand to entwine our fingers together. My secretary rose from her seat when she noticed my arrival.Her eyes were drawn to our clasped hands but tactfully said nothing about it. “Good morning, Mr. Ford, ma’am, little miss.” I nodded at her and asked. “Did they arrive?” She nodded in response. She opened the door to let us inside my office.I saw Anna stiffened when she saw who was inside my room. “Tha

Anna/Linda POVWe did not discuss Logan after that, and I decided not to press. I realized I had to give Flint time to think and absorb whatever I told him. I hope he will do it fast because time is running out. “Let’s go,” Flint said when Penelope awoke. He took her bag and carried her in his arms. Then, he turned around to grab my hand, and we walked alongside each other. “Are we going to Briana’s place right now?”I looked at the time and noticed that we were still early. Flint shook his head. “Not yet. We are going to the restaurant. I am sure my little Queen is hungry.” He made faces at our daughter, making Penelope laugh. We went to Rosewood Hotel’s famous restaurant.At the entrance, we gathered attention, especially the father and daughter. Flint did not seem to care and ignored it. The manager showed us to a secluded table.“We’ll order something light,” Flint said, addressing the wait staff.He also ordered an assortment of fruits for Penelope. “I remembered Ma