My Billionaire Ex Husband Wants Me Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Olivia stared pointedly at the dresses in front of her as she tried her best to decide which of the two to pack into the suitcase sitting on the bed in the room behind her. The first one was a simple black dress with beautiful white floral patterns that were designed to draw attention. She usually only wore this whenever she was being dragged by Lisa to some sort of dysfunctional family event that the latter did not really want to go to but had no choice but to attend. That way, most of the attention would be focused on Olivia herself and leaving Lisa out of her family's scrutiny. The memories made Olivia smile a little as she ran an examining hand down the second dress; a long flowing gown with long billowy sleeves that Lisa had once said made Olivia look like a ghost. This one was the one Olivia preferred on a personal level but with the way the weather was turning warm, it might be too warm to wear something like this considering where they would be going. The 'they' in her th

For a family that was full of self righteous, snobbish rich bastards, the Grants certainly had a clear taste of opulence that could not be denied. There was a certain degree of arrogance that could be found no matter where Olivia looked in the entire compound. Whether it was one of the numerous glass fountains that looked like each of them cost as much as a house, or the pure marble statues that were positioned throughout the sectioned gardens, the wealth of the Grant family was always being shoved in one's face, without an inch of subtlety to lessen the impact. The household help were the first set of people to greet them at the gates after Noah parked the car. The group of maids, all with their professional smiles that were so polite that they could not possibly be genuine, swarmed the couple and within seconds, all their luggage had been moved into the house. Noah led Olivia with a hand at the small of her back towards the mansion. She paused for a moment when they reached the

Angry and tired, Olivia rushed to her room and immediately slammed the door shut upon arrival. Noah wasn't back yet, and she couldn't be more grateful for that. She had no idea how she was going to deal with him and his obsession while she was this heated. Damian definitely had some nerves to threaten her, especially after everything he had done. But that wasn't what bothered Olivia the most at the moment. Damian had said something, a sentence that Michael had made but she never paid attention to it. "You're growing softer for Noah." Were those words really true? Was she really growing soft for Noah? No, there's no way that could be true. Sure, she was getting better at her acting, but that didn't mean that she had fallen for Noah, or had forgiven him for what he had put her through those years. She had been pregnant with his child, and he hadn't cared. She had lost her baby due to health complications she had developed because of his maltreatment, and even while she was on the ver

It had been a long and tiring stay with the Grants, and Olivia couldn't wait to return home. Thanksgiving dinner had gone well, and while Damian did his best to stir up some drama, Noah was always present to shut him down. Olivia could tell that Damian was growing desperate, and that clearly wasn't a good thing. She still couldn't figure out how to shut the man up, so the best thing to do at the moment was probably keep her distance. With a proud look on her face, Olivia finished with her suitcase, leaving it aside for one of the helps to take it downstairs. She had wished for this day ever since she stepped foot in the Grant's family house. This visit definitely had its peaks, but the hostility and clear disregard for her made everything look like a big mistake for Olivia. "You're done packing already?" Said Noah as he walked into the room. With two long and quick successful strides, he closed the distance between Olivia and himself. Throwing his arms around her waist, he pulled he

The clicking of perfectly manicured nails on the keyboard of the computer was the only sound that had filled Olivia's office for the last hour and a half. The woman sighed as she typed out another document and pushed it into an email to be sent out later. Even though her company allowed employees to take breaks for Thanksgiving, many of them often chose not to take it and now Olivia was being reminded why. Since it was so close to Christmas, taking a break then would only serve to stockpile the work load into the little time available before the mandatory Yuletide break. "That's what I get for dealing with a prick like Noah," she muttered to herself under her breath. If she had not gone along with his idea to visit his family, she and Michael would have had a much better time here where she could still do a little work in the process. Now she had her entire schedule packed up with all sorts of things that she could barely keep track of. But even though her work was taking up so much