His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 508

Aaron glanced at Lily.

Lily shot him a look back, her expression souring. “Did you invite Chairman Ashbourne here?” She asked with accusation in her voice.

He stared, feigning innocence and setting a boundary. “Geez, that is an insult! Sure, I’m Emeric’s son, but I’m no traitor. My loyalty’s always been to Evadne!”

Lily couldn’t help but smile at his cheeky retort, whispering, “What do we do then? Should we open the door?”

Hands in his pockets, Aaron scoffed, “If you don’t open up, believe it or not, my old man will rip out this whole doorframe!”

Lily found herself lost for words.

Not wanting to disrespect such an important figure, she took a deep breath and opened the door.

The Ashbourne family’s bodyguards crowded the yard of the villa, a formidable presence.

Emeric stood at the doorstep, his expression cold as a winter’s day, with Mr. Dylan behind.

A storm brewing in his belly, Emeric had his stern face all set. But the moment he saw his youngest son, his mind went blank.

Mr. Dylan was equally taken aback. “Young Master Ashbourne?!”

Aaron scratched his head awkwardly. “Dad.”

Emeric looked from his son to Lily, and then took a large step back to double–check the house number.

“Chairman Ashbourne, you haven’t gone to the wrong place; this is it,” Mr. Dylan said, finding the situation awkwardly amusing.

“I see.”

Emeric nodded slowly, and then his eyes lit up with a sudden thought, blurting out, “This lady is your girlfriend? Oh, I see. You like the glamorous type. I should’ve known–that way, I wouldn’t have introduced you to all those girl–next–door types.”

Lily’s eyes widened in shock, while Aaron facepalmed. “Dad, can you please stop pressuring me? If you keep this up, I’ll join a monastery! Do you have any idea why I became a police in Elmsworth? It’s because I couldn’t stand the daily nagging about getting married and having kids! I’m not a breeding donkey!”

Lily pressed her lips together, amused to find that even the scions of a wealthy family shared the same mundane woes as everyone else.

“If you dare join a monastery, I’ll come drag you out myself! That’s a promise!”

smile. “Miss, how old are you? What’s your name? Where do you work? Are your parents from Skyrim or Elmsworth?

wedding gift ready for ages. Marry into the Ashbourne family, and you’ll be Ms. Ashbourne, living a life of luxury. Don’t

Aaron was on the verge of tears, now regretting

strictly professional; I’m Mr. Fairhaven’s

gave Aaron a look of

suggested, a wry smile on his face. The

seemingly his nemesis.

and Aaron sat facing each other in the living room, the

Evadne staying here except me?” Emeric asked through

and took

took a deep breath, struggling to keep

father and son spar,

of light

a tea tray to Emeric and placed a teacup on

enjoy your

Emeric couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection. “Ah, Marilla! Didn’t expect to see you here. Keeping your sister Evadne company, are you?”

Marilla stammered, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. She was no fool; she couldn’t very well admit to

not worry about that

her up. “No boyfriend yet, right? What do you think of my youngest here? One is quiet

his tea, spewing it out

back, fingers nervously twisting together, her

rough around the edges, but as a detective, his eyes were sharp. He noticed something

shy, possibly even

bit her lip through and her doe–like eyes shimmered with

“Dad! Did you travel all the way from Skyrim to Elmsworth

want to focus on my career, not get hitched! I’m not getting married!”

narrowed his eyes, “Do you think you can do whatever you want? If you had a choice, you wouldn’t come out of your mother’s

out, but he swallowed

couldn’t understand!

older brothers. Why was Emeric fixated on him as if he were the

woman would be happy being married to a workaholic like him? If he were to tie the knot, he’d want to wrap his future wife in the kind of blissful happiness

side, wrapping her trembling shoulders in a comforting embrace,

Ashbourne, I appreciate your interest and admiration. But I’m sorry, but she;s

could possibly be better

Mr. Fairhaven.”

they have never interfered with their relationship. Moreover, Mr. Jareth

marrying her, hearing it afresh sent a thrill through Marilla, her cheeks flushing with bashful

thought it was someone else.”

turned to Aaron with a look as if handling a task to him. “So, the proposal isn’t official yet. Aaron, she’s spoken for doesn’t mean you