I'm Richer Than My Billionaire ex-husband

Instead of sending Alina back to Mulherd Manor, Caleb took the presidential suite at his nearest hotel while everything was sorted out.

It was almost four o’clock when they arrived.

“Andre.!”

Caleb, “……”

He is dressed in a nightgown, his hair still dripping with water.

Just now, in the bathroom, he held her down in the bathtub three or four times, until she didn’t smell like that at all.

Alina probably can’t really drink, even at the Collins family dinner, but she never did.

So she had too much to drink this time, and even after the bathing, she still had no intention of sobering up.

And Caleb was busy for almost two hours, and the heartless man was still calling Andre by his name.

The moment he got close, he could still smell her wine, and the warm breath sprayed on her delicate red cheeks.!

“You haven’t told me, who is Caleb to you?” In the car, he had been frantic to get her answer.

Despite being interrupted in such an unpleasant way, Caleb now wants to know.

When she was sober, they were at loggerheads, so he should at least know what kind of presence he had in her heart when she was drunk.

However, it was a disappointment in the end.

Alina muttered, “Andre, husband!”

After saying this, she turned around, hugged her pillow and fell into a deep sleep.

Caleb’s eyes were glowing with a storm of madness, Andre, husband!

Caleb’s sanity was now completely frayed.

Caleb was really mad.

No one knows how he managed to get through those three years, to find her and bring her back to Ingford, not to have her heart set on another man.

was as if something in his head had been completely pried open,

were so bad for

Andre!

he occupy such an

that decision, she knew that he would absolutely respect her,

away halfway? Does this woman really think he can

the moment it became clear that he was in his possession, his movement instantly stopped! Looking at Alina, who was completely asleep, her

moment Megan received Penny, she held the child’s soft body in her arms and

wanted to scold

was held

be sad, I am good.” The child didn’t seem to have

Megan, “Yeah!”

the child, who is less than three years old, reached her mother’s

to any other child,

Great-grandma, don’t

it again, or you are killing me.” That’s a

Megan’s arms for a moment, afraid that something

now tell Great-grandma, how on earth did

couldn’t figure out how the child had managed to

and housekeepers were questioned carefully, even everyone in

no answer was

moment, was nervous when he heard his grandmother

the

air was

Andre at the same time, and

At this moment, he felt that these eyes were almost

don’t know anything

was hopeless about

shaking with anger, “What the hell is

brought up by her and she

that night, and I don’t know

somewhat pale, it is true, and he really has no idea what the situation

angry and her

were more stern as he looked at Andre,