All Chapters of The Billionaire Boss Wants His Doting Sweetheart Back: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“You're home?” Amelia raised her eyes to look at her as soon as she entered the bedroom, only to see more mess on the floor, which were piles of clothes flying everywhere in the room which she had made sure was perfect before she left that morning. “Yes,” Skylar answered lazily, unimpressed by her presence because of the weariness that settled into her heart the moment she recollected the brawl that almost occurred between them a few days ago. She found out that the dress from the party months ago was missing, and that Amelia sold it on a website because she urgently needed money for some lame-ass reason she gave. She even almost got mad at her for lying that the dress was a fake one, when it was in fact the real deal. It was still an ache that made her crazy because the dress still held her first memory of Ivan so dear, and the last thing she would have wanted to see happen to the dress was finding it hanging in a secondhand store, or someone else wearing it. “I bought you the

Steam curled up from the coffee machine on the counter at Hafe café, as Kali stood behind the counter, while brewing cups of coffee for customers, and sending their orders for other snacks to the new employee, Imogen. Yet as she moved with focus, making sure the long line of people standing before her due to rush hour decreased rapidly, her mind wasn't focused on the coffee she made so effortlessly. It was at the door of the café, in which every creak of its hinges and little chime of the bell above it, made her heart jump in her chest as her eyes compulsively darted in false expectations. It had been happening to her for days now, and she admitted that she hated it so much. The way her pulse quickened every time the door swung open made her angry, and how she would glance up, expecting and hoping, which would be followed by a sense of relief or maybe disappointment, when it wasn’t him. Leo Coleman. His name had stuck stubbornly in her mind. He was the one who had been disturbing

Ivan’s eyes darkened instantly, as he turned to look at Gwen, “Don’t you dare order my secretary around!” he snapped, his tone sharp and cold, “If you want coffee, go and get it yourself!” ‘This woman even knew her way around Ivan's house enough to know where to get her coffee?’ Skylar could not help but wonder uncomfortably, as she continued to keep her emotions in check, while standing fixated on that spot. Gwen instantly whipped her head toward Ivan with a flash of anger crossing her face when he spoke up, and stood on her feet instantly, “Excuse me?” she retorted, crossing her arms with a frown, “Why can she not get me coffee? She is your secretary, isn't she?” “She is my secretary, not yours. If you want something, you get it yourself!” he defended instantly, while Skylar stood confused about what to do in such a situation, “And I do not think I can spare you enough time for you to have coffee in my house,” he added. “What?!” Gwen demanded incredulously, unable to understan

Standing behind the polished marble countertops of the eccentric kitchen in Ivan's kitchen was Skylar, who stood by the tall cooker with her sleeves rolled up, an apron tied around her waist, and her hair rolled up in a bun. Her hand moved deftly as she cut, with accuracy, speed, and precision, carrots, cucumber, and cabbage in different sizes and shapes, while Ivan stood a few feet away, gazing at her with an amused smile.“What are you planning to cook?” he was curious as he watched her. “You can just sit down and watch,” she gave him a quick response, a grin curving her lips, unwilling to divulge the details of what she had in mind to prepare. “Tell me, I can help,” Ivan wouldn't concede to her idea of him sitting and just watching.“I doubt you can do anything here,” she teased him, as she gently placed her left hand on the pound of meat on the table, and carefully filleted it with the knife on her right. “You don’t think I can cook, do you?” he asked with a teasing tone, fold

Through the French window in the room, the soft rays of morning sunlight crept through the curtains, and caused Skylar, who was still sleeping, to stir in reaction to the soft radiation that heated her face. Feeling her bones crack and ache, she stretched lazily under the bed covers, as her eyes flickered awake and fixed on the ceiling above for a few seconds. For a moment, everything felt like a dream, and it seemed like she was hallucinating as her mind momentarily reminded her of the way she had woken up shocked the first time she woke up in Ivan's bed. It was still a thought that lingered in her mind, which caused a chuckle to escape her. Slowly and tactically, she turned her head to the other side of the bed where Ivan slept reposefully, with a faint grin tugging at the corners of his lips, his arm draped loosely around her waist. Skylar stared at him for a few seconds with dreamy affection, her eyes sparkling with fondness as she watched him sleep for a few seconds. Her g