All Chapters of Ruthless Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

MAISIEI flinched, trying to pull my hand away.Jason refused to let go. His gaze turned cold as he looked at Felix. "Her hand, not yours. What do you care?" His tone was sharp.Felix’s jaw tightened."I stumbled," I said quickly, trying to diffuse the tension. "He was just helping me stand."Felix grabbed my arm. "I’ll help you," he announced with determination. "Jason can go to Karina. She’s been looking for him anyway."I froze, caught between them.My gaze darted between Felix and Jason, who had stepped closer, his expression darkening. Neither of them seemed willing to let me go. Their grips tightened like I was some kind of prize they refused to share."Let her go!" Jason’s tone was laced with warning.Felix scoffed. "Why should I? She doesn’t need you hovering around her all the time."The tugging started—gentle at first, but it quickly escalated. They both pulled me toward their sides as if I were a toy they were fighting over.My frustration bubbled over. I opened my mouth to

MAISIEJason’s expression was soft and reassuring. “It’s really bad for you to smoke away from me.”Good. That meant no problem.I tried lighting the cigarette, but the sea breeze kept extinguishing the flame. After a few futile attempts, I gave up with a sigh and pulled the cigarette from my lips, looking up at Jason involuntarily.He was watching me. No—he was studying me.Then he stepped closer, took the cigarette and lighter from my hands and placed the thin roll back between my lips. Next, he slid his hand behind my neck and gently pulled me closer, stopping when my head was level with his chest.I froze, watching him in stunned silence as he grabbed the right side of his coat and wrapped it around both of us, shielding the lighter from the wind. His movements were smooth, practiced, and almost too effortless.With one flick, the cigarette lit perfectly.I took a long drag of the cigarette and inhaled deeply. The smoke curled between my lips as I straightened my posture.My gaze

MAISIEI thought he wouldn’t answer for a moment.“I’ve tried,” Jason finally responded. “I’ve tried everything I could think of to make things right with him. But it didn’t matter.”He let out a short, bitter chuckle. “He sees me as the reason for everything wrong in his life. Because our father chose me over him. I didn’t ask for that. I didn’t want it.”I stayed quiet, letting him speak. His words felt heavy like they’d been bottled up for far too long.“I apologized,” he continued, staring out at the lights now. “Over and over again. In every way I knew how. But he wouldn’t hear it. And the worst part?” He paused and his jaw tightened. “He was the only real family I had. The only one who understood what it was like to grow up in that house. And now… there’s no one.”My chest ached for him, the raw pain in his voice cutting through me. “It wasn’t your fault,” I said, hoping he’d believe me.Jason shook his head with a humorless smile tugging at his lips. “Fault doesn’t matter. Not

Miriam hurried to drag over her suitcase. She started rifling through my clothes and hers for what felt like forever, tossing rejected options on the floor. Finally, she pulled out a black swimsuit and held it up against me, her head tilting as she visually measured it.“This is perfect,” she declared. “Bought it for the trip, didn’t you?”I hesitated, brushing my fingers over the fabric. “Yeah, but Jason warned me not to wear anything too revealing. Out of respect, I didn’t. Honestly, I felt bad not trying it on, but now…” I trailed off, glancing at her.“Now you’re glad you have it,” Miriam finished for me with a sly smile on her face.I took the swimsuit from her, my nerves bubbling to the surface. “But what if he doesn’t mean swimming? What if I show up looking ridiculous?”Miriam rolled her eyes and pulled out a little black dress with a low back and a thigh-high slit. “Put this over it. If he wants to swim, you can take it off. Just don’t get my dress wet!”I nodded, clutching t

MAISIEMy lips curved into a wicked smile. "We are." I held up my hand, crossing my fingers tightly together in an exaggerated gesture. "Curious about something specific?"Jason's eyebrows arched toward his hairline, surprise briefly displacing his usual composed expression. Then a low chuckle rumbled from his chest—one that sent unexpected tingles down my spine."We really are," I added impishly, unable to resist pushing just a little further."No bullying allowed, woman!" His voice carried a teasing lilt.A burst of genuine laughter escaped me at his unexpected retort. But before I could fully appreciate his wit, he leaned closer with his eyes narrowing playfully."And who might this other one be?" He tapped the screen. "Master of fancy thrills?"The question blindsided me so completely that I inhaled wrong and my laughter transformed into a violent coughing fit.My hand flew to my chest as I struggled to catch my breath between coughs."Hey..." Jason's playful demeanor vanished ins