Mr Billionaires Secret Baby

Chapter 4

Dante’s POV.

| glanced at my wristwatch to gage what tit was lending my ear to whatever Pheobe was speaking about.

“Next we can stop by at the boutique. | need a few new dresses for the upcoming social season.” Pheobe did

that thing with her fingers against my arm hoping her contact would preventfrom refusing her request.

She always had a knack for spending and she knew well how to splurge but it was a good thing | made more

than any woman could spend. It didn’t matter as long as she was around. | shook of the feeling of disconnect

that had been there since Pheobe return. A man needed tto readjust and full embrace such a shift.

“Whatever you want.” | offered her a half smile then reached in to my blazer pocket for my phone.

| read through a few emails from my assistant then clicked on svideos about world politics while Pheobe told

the chauffer where to pull over.

The car cup to a halt and the back door was held open for either of us. Pheobe had already gotten out but

not without rushingalong. | sighed then went to place my phone back in to my blazer when it vibrated.

My thumb slid across the screen to find a text from the one person | was not expecting any sort of

communication from. The message she left was far worse than | ever thought it could be.

Sophia was askingto send through the divorce papers expressing her great eagerness to sign it. My jaw

clenched tightly withoutrealising it and | was furious. | wanted this. | wanted her to do exactly what she was

saying but her sendingsuch a message madeunexplainably uneasy.

Why did she want to leave so willingly all of a sudden? Back in my office she was beggingto reconsider and

choose her yet days later she has a strong change of mind.

Where the heck has she even been these past three days? Did she have ssecret lover filling her head? |

knew she hadn't left yet because her things were dumped on to the bed in a rather untidy manner but | didn’t

question it.

| didn’t think | loved her at all and | still don’t think so. It was always Pheobe that | wanted then why was this

irkingas much as it was.

My door was pulled open but | was determined to type back a response asking her to

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meet me.

“Darling, con. I've been standing out here forever. Surely your business can wait until later.” Pheobe

impatiently looked atfrom the paving she had been standing

on.

| groaned, shoved my phone back in to my blazer pocket before stepping out of the car to endure Go d knows

how long at this boutique.

Thankfully, she had only taken about an hour but she managed to buy nearly half of the boutique in that time. |

swiped my card and left to get sair still feeling a little unsettled from Sophia's message.

“Thank you so much for all these dresses.” Pheobe’s voice caughtoff guard as she got in to the car beside

me. “I think you deserve a treat.” Her eyes becslan ted. accompanying her seductive tone as she leaned

closer to me.

Her I*ps pressed against my n*eck before she moved to place a lingering k*ss over my jaw right before she

aimed my own I*¥ps but something withinmadeturn my face away enough so her I*ps landed on the

corner of my cheek.

“Later, Pheobe.” My hand touched her arm to gently push her away and | hated that | felt nothing when |

touched her. | didn’t feel that electric current like when I touched....

| shook my head refusing to admit it even to myself.

After an afternoon of throwing myself in to work in hopes that it would ease this n ig gling feeling within me, |

decided to call it a day and head back home. It was rather late and there was no one else in the building but |

made my exit.

When | had gotten home, I sl*pped in through the front door as quietly as possible hoping to venture past

Sophia's room. Perhaps the maids could rearrange and pack her things back in to place. However that was not

an option.

Sophia’s bedroom was completely cleaned out and devoid of any of the things that claimed the space as hers.

Her smell no longer lingered in the air neither had a single article of her possession could be spotted. She

actually moved out.

The realisation left an acrid taste in my mouth that refused to wash out no matter how

think that once the dust settled. empty.

hard | swallowed. | didn’t expect to feel this way. | did.

and my decision beca reality that | would feel so...

She was gone and | didn’t know when | would ever get to see her again or if | ever would. It all felt like it

happened too fast. | expected more of a fight from her. | expected to see her at least once more before we called

it quits for good.

Before | knew what | was doing, my phone was in my hand and my finger tapped

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against her name. | pressed the phone to my car as it rang awaiting her to answer the phone just so | could hear

her voice again. | didn’t know what | was going to say but maybe it will go along the lines of us meeting to

discuss the finality of the divorce.

My grip tightened around the phone when it rang for far too long. Sophia didn’t answer and it seemed like she

had no interest in doing so either. | tried again then two more times but to no avail.

The next few days felt like agony and the weeks that followed were worse. What was wrong with me?! How could

| he feeling this way over Sophia.

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