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.

as if something in his head had been completely pried open, and he was completely awake, but also stubbornly unwilling to

were so bad

Andre!

could he occupy such an important

decision, she knew that he would absolutely respect her, and if she didn’t

nodded, and now she wants to run away halfway? Does

he was in his possession, his movement instantly stopped! Looking at Alina, who was

the child’s soft body in

she wanted to scold the child could not be uttered

the child was

seem to have the slightest idea what a

Megan, “Yeah!”

than three years old, reached her mother’s side so smoothly that he had to say that

to any other child, but

don’t

or you are killing me.” That’s

in Megan’s arms for a moment, afraid that something might happen if

tell Great-grandma, how on earth did you

how the child had managed to get a taxi or get

servants and housekeepers were questioned carefully,

no answer was

following behind at the moment, was nervous when he

next moment, the

was

Andre at the same

this moment, he felt that these eyes

Grandpa, I really don’t know anything

was hopeless

anger, “What the hell is going

lie, especially when Penny was brought up by

night, and I don’t know

it is true, and he

was angry and her eyes

as he looked at Andre, who