Semua Bab My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The moment I stepped out of Callum’s office, I felt the weight of my decision settle heavily on my chest. My legs moved on their own, carrying me down the hallway, past the rows of employees who were too engrossed in their work to notice the turmoil raging inside me. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else.I shouldn’t have come to his office.I shouldn’t have let myself believe—just for a second—that he would be different this time. That his words, the ones he whispered so fervently when he pulled me back into his life, actually meant something.I had been a fool.With every step away from that office, I reinforced the walls around my heart, brick by unforgiving brick. He wanted distance? Fine. I would give him exactly what he asked for. I wouldn't beg, and I wouldn't fall apart.But damn it, it hurt.I reached my office and shut the door behind me, exhaling shakily as I leaned against it. My fingers curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palm. Callum S

“I think so,” I admitted.Daniel studied me for a second before nodding, as if satisfied with my answer. Then, without warning, he lay down on the grass, stretching his arms behind his head.I raised a brow. “What are you doing?”“Looking at the stars.” He patted the empty space beside him. “You should try it.”I hesitated for a moment before finally giving in, lowering myself onto the grass. The ground was cool beneath me, and as I stared up, I realized he was right—the stars were breathtaking from here.Daniel turned his head slightly toward me. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this relaxed.”I smiled, closing my eyes briefly. “It’s been a while since I let myself be.”“Well, I’m glad you did tonight.”I turned to face him, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. There was something unspoken lingering be

My blood boiled at Callum’s audacity. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought to keep my composure. The nerve of this man—walking into my office unannounced, knocking over my food, and then acting as if he’d done me a favor?I straightened my shoulders, refusing to let him see how much he was getting under my skin.“Right. Because eating lunch at my desk while still working is such a distraction,” I shot back, my tone laced with sarcasm.Callum tilted his head, his cold gaze never wavering. “You’re here to work, not to entertain personal guests or indulge in distractions.”I let out a humorless laugh. “So, I suppose basic human needs like eating are now considered distractions?”He didn’t even blink. “If they interfere with productivity, yes.”Unbelievable.I exhaled sharply and shook my head. “You know what? Forget it. I don’t have the time or energy to argue with you.” I turned on my heel, ready to walk away before I said something I’d regret.But Callum wasn

As I continued to stare at Daniel, my mind reeled. His words hung in the air, surprising me more than I expected. I had never considered Callum’s actions from this perspective—never thought of him as someone who might actually feel threatened by Daniel. Callum had always been cold, distant, and professional, but hearing Daniel's take on it, I started to wonder if there was more behind his sudden interest. I’m being confused again.“Are you serious?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Daniel; it was just that the idea of Callum being jealous seemed so... out of place. Callum never seemed like someone who cared about anything beyond his work now. Yet, here was Daniel, suggesting that my former boss might actually be threatened by us.Daniel didn’t answer immediately. He simply gave me a knowing look, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and then he shifted the car into gear, pulling out onto the road. His expression, despite the underlying amus

I frowned and told him that I didn't know him, so why would he say that? And then he uttered the words that made my stomach sink. "It’s an order from Mr. Callum Stone."I hated it.Why would Callum do this? I was perfectly capable of handling myself. I didn't need someone babysitting me, especially not at his command. My jaw tightened as I crossed my arms, glaring at the man. He seemed unaffected by my irritation, standing there with a quiet resolve."I don’t need a driver," I said, my tone firm. "I can get home on my own."The man exhaled, shifting slightly. "Ma’am, I don’t mean to intrude, but if I don’t follow this order, I’ll lose my job. I have a family to feed."Was he trying to make me pity him?I clenched my teeth, my mind spinning. This wasn’t about him—it was about Callum’s need for control. The way he making decisions without consulting me. He had no right."Look," I said, my voice tight, "I understand your situation, but this is my life. I never agreed to have a driver, an