Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

I felt a sense of comfort and belonging with her. The feeling of being emotionally attached was something I never had, and now I longed for it. She made me realize there was so much to life and made me crave something my parents didn't have, love and companionship. My parents only married because they had to, not out of love with each other. If only they realized this early like I did, they wouldn't have been frustrated. Mother wouldn't be this bitter and father would have gotten what he wanted, someone who cherished him. “Thoughts on me. Dashiell,” she whispered, frowning as she looked at me. “What are you thinking about?” “Nothing important.” I leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead, smiling when she closed her eyes. Nova would be the death of me. She was the weakness I didn't know I had. As she opened her eyes, they sparkled with a hint of mischief, and I couldn't resist the pull. My lips drifted down, brushing against hers in a gentle, exploratory kiss. Her eyelids fl

I didn't want anyone to see us in such an intimate position. Flicking his tongue on my left nipple, he pinched the right, forcing a moan to leave my throat. He looked up with a smile, loving the sounds he was getting from me. He cupped my breasts, feeling them as he pressed. My cunt flooded. Having him touch my breasts was more arousing than being kissed. My nipples were damned sensitive. Each time he touched them, the feeling seemed to shoot right into my pussy. Planting a kiss on each one of them, he straightened, towering over me once more. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He whispered, placing feathery kisses on my cheeks. “Just fucking do it.” I was getting bored with the questions. What I wanted was a hard fuck, not a conversation. If I needed one, all I had to do was to call Benita over. She would gladly rush to my office, to fill me up on everything that happened in the office yesterday and today. Chuckling at how impatient I must have sounded, he stepped back. Locking his

“I won't be bullied or blackmailed into doing something that goes against my principles,” I declared, meeting her gaze head-on. “I have decided on this. You won't change my mind. I don't need your contacts. As for getting connections, you need to know I have a partnership with companies outside France. How else did you think your son heard of me? I wasn't just a beggar he found on the streets after I left him five years ago. I was already a CEO.”It seemed she didn't investigate me before proposing this. She might have thought Dashiell was the one who helped me get to where I was, not knowing I was already popular before I returned with Brion, who was the sole reason for my return. Had it not been for the dare, I wouldn't have returned to Paris. Dashiell's hand tightened around mine under the table, a silent show of support. Amaya's gaze flicked to our entwined hands, her expression twisting into a scowl. She still hasn't gotten to accept us. This was the way it had been since the fi

“What's wrong?” Dashiell picked the phone up, looking at me with a concerned expression. “Are you okay? What did Dashiell say?”“They had an accident.” Those were the only words I said as I hurried towards the door. Dashiell rushed after me. He opened the door for me and followed me towards the lift. Together, we left the office. I would have taken a taxi, but he offered to drive me there. I only needed to tell him the name of the hospital. My heart raced, and my palms felt slick with sweat. My thoughts were a jumbled mess as I sat next to Dashiell throughout the ride to the hospital. He didn't say a word, knowing I desired to be left to my thoughts. At the hospital, it wasn't difficult to find the room. Officer Henry was waiting downstairs for me when I arrived, so he took me to the room. We weren't allowed to go in, though. I had to stand outside with Dashiell, who was trying his damned hard to console me, waiting for news from the doctor. While waiting, they asked me to sign s

I woke up the next morning on a bed, with no recognition of how I got there. Sitting up, I glanced around, searching for Dashiell, and I saw him resting on a chair by the door, dozing off. Seeing him melted my heart. I quietly got up from the bed and took the blanket with me. My steps were silent, but he heard me before I could drape the blanket on his body. His eyes snapped open, and he looked up at me with a mixture of alertness and sleepiness. His gaze softened as he took in my approach, the blanket clutched in my hands.“Morning,” he said, his voice low and husky. “When did you wake up? Has it been long?” He sat up in the chair, looking around, like I did when I woke up. I smiled, feeling a flutter in my chest. “Morning.”Yawning, he got up from the chair and stretched his arms. “I hope you are not angry that I brought you to this room. I figured you would be more comfortable here than out there. So…” He looked down at the blanket I had with me. “What are you doing with that?”