บททั้งหมดของ Dumped Her Ex, Married A Secret Billionaire: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Liam’s face darkened.He grabbed the cashmere scarf from the sofa, tied it neatly around his waist, and said in a low, restrained voice, “Don’t move. I’ll take care of the glass.”Cecilia arched a brow at his seriousness, the corner of her lips curving ever so slightly. To cover the unease bubbling in her chest, she whistled lightly, though her eyes couldn’t help drifting back to the strong lines of his back.Every movement he made drew her gaze, stirring an unsettling sense of intimacy.Bzzz—The sudden vibration of her phone shattered the fragile tension in the room.Both of them glanced at the sound, then almost at the same time lifted their heads, their eyes locking. The air tightened instantly.Cecilia’s chest burned as if scalded, and she quickly looked away.“Your phone’s ringing,” Liam reminded her, his voice steady as he continued working. He gathered the larger shards, then ran the vacuum across the carpet with meticulous care. “There might still be pieces on the floor. Put

Inside the car, silence pressed down like an invisible weight, making every breath careful and restrained.Liam steered with one hand, eyes fixed on the road. His other hand moved across the console, finding her left hand—the one she had tried to hide, trembling faintly.Cecilia flinched, instinctively trying to pull away, but his grip was gentle and firm, leaving her no escape.His thumb brushed the tender spot at the base of her palm—where she had pressed too hard against her own skin, leaving angry red marks.Her heart lurched, thundering in her chest so loud it nearly drowned out the growl of the engine.“Does it hurt?” His voice was low, soft, steady.Cecilia shook her head quickly, her gaze fleeing to the window, watching the blur of city lights streak past in a desperate attempt to hide her unease.“I thought… you’d think I went too far. That I was… cruel.” Her voice was barely a whisper, tinged with a faint hitch.“I only care if you’re hurt.” Liam gave a faint smile, no repro

The apartment in the north district was silent, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioning.Cecilia sat on the edge of the bed, nervously twisting the hem of her nightdress in her hands.Her gaze drifted, again and again, uncontrollably toward the slightly ajar bedroom door.A cool draft brushed her bare ankles, sending a shiver up her legs. But the hallway stayed quiet.The footsteps she was waiting for never came.Why hadn’t he come in yet? Had her father actually offered him some tempting deal earlier?Or had her bold suggestion earlier scared him away?Did he regret it?So now… was he planning to just crash on the couch for the night?The thought left her with a confusing mix of disappointment and embarrassment.Finally, unable to bear the restless unease churning inside her, she rose quietly, her bare feet pressing against the cold floor.She padded toward the door, fingers trembling as she nudged it open a sliver and held her breath, peeking out—The hallway was empty.

On the third floor, in the café, the two sat across from each other, the air between them thick and stifling.Gia’s fingers twisted together nervously. She bit her lower lip lightly, her gaze flickering between her coffee cup and the silent man opposite her.She could hear her own heart pounding—fast and panicked.“Gia Martin.” Liam finally spoke, his voice low, calm, and heavy with authority.A faint, knowing smile touched his lips as he turned his phone screen toward her. “An Ivy League graduate. Ronald Donovan’s girlfriend. How did you fall so far that you need someone else’s help to find a job?”Gia’s pupils shrank.On the screen was her résumé—so detailed it was terrifying that he had managed to obtain it in such a short time.“Ronald left me!” she stammered, her voice shaking. “I almost got him killed—he’ll never forgiv

Her tone turned breezy. “But that’s impossible. The first time I saw you, you were driving that cheap car looking utterly broke and pathetic. And all this time, you haven’t even owned one decent suit. Not a hint of a British accent, either.”She tilted her head, mimicking a detective from a TV show, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “Most importantly, if you really were that Liam, there’d be no reason for you to marry me. So the truth is—you’re nobody important. I was overthinking it.”Liam’s nerves relaxed all at once.He looked at her who with an I-told-you-so expression, a mix of absurdity and adoration washing over him.She was ridiculous, and yet… utterly adorable.He nodded in agreement, putting on an exaggerated, almost fawning tone.“Well, just sharing the same name as that guy is already the highlight of my life. Too bad I’m just a nobody. If you hadn’t saved me, I probably would’ve died on that highway.”Cecilia lifted her chin proudly, though her eyes held a surprising sinceri