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!”

with a smile. “Miss, how old are you? What’s your name? Where do you work? Are your parents

to play it cool. I’ve had his wedding gift ready for ages. Marry into the Ashbourne

verge of tears, now regretting ever opening the

with Mr. Ashbourne is strictly professional; I’m

gave Aaron a look of

Mr. Ashbourne, perhaps we should continue this conversation inside,” Mr. Dylan, suggested, a wry smile on his face. The Ashbourne children,

seemingly his nemesis.

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

about Evadne staying here except me?” Emeric asked through

fruit bowl and took a loud bite. “Or we should consider a DNA test?”

breath, struggling to keep

and son spar, she

of light

manners, carried a tea tray to Emeric and placed a teacup on the

Emeric, please enjoy your tea.”

gentle, soft voice and seeing her delicate face, Emeric couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection. “Ah, Marilla! Didn’t expect to

flaming with embarrassment. She was no fool; she couldn’t very well admit to cohabiting with Jareth, so she

let’s not worry about that now!”

yet, right? What do you think of my youngest here? One is quiet while the other is energetic, close in age–you two would get

his tea, spewing it out

fingers nervously twisting together, her delicate

might have been rough around the edges, but as a detective, his eyes were sharp. He

possibly even socially anxious.

she nearly bit her lip through and her doe–like eyes shimmered

spoke up earnestly, “Dad! Did you travel all the way from Skyrim

a thousand times, I want to focus on my career, not get hitched! I’m

“Do you think you can do whatever you want? If you had a choice, you wouldn’t

out, but he swallowed it back, his face turning

just couldn’t understand!

Hubery was gone, he still had four older brothers. Why was Emeric fixated on him

fact that he might not want to settle down–His current job had him jet–setting all the time, always on call for some high–stakes mission. What 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 he just couldn’t provide now. How could he selfishly string someone along just to carry on

side, wrapping her trembling shoulders in a comforting embrace, and

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

possibly be better than mine?”

it’s Mr.

never interfered with their relationship. Moreover, Mr. Jareth Fairhaven

whispering sweet nothings about marrying her, hearing it afresh sent a thrill through Marilla, her cheeks flushing with

I thought it was someone

muttered, clearly having underestimated the situation. He 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 can’t win her