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.

been completely pried open, and he was completely awake, but also stubbornly unwilling to

things were so

Andre!

an important

then, when Grandpa made that decision, she knew that he would absolutely respect her, and if she didn’t nod, then they wouldn’t have

she wants to run away halfway? Does this woman really think he

it became clear that he was in his possession, his movement instantly stopped! Looking at Alina, who was

held the child’s

Great-grandma, how can you…?” The words that she wanted

was held in

don’t be sad, I am good.” The child didn’t seem to have the slightest idea what a big deal she had

Megan, “Yeah!”

three years old, reached her mother’s side so

would have happened to any other child, but

don’t

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

child was held in Megan’s arms for a moment, afraid that something might happen

Great-grandma, how on earth did you

out how the child had managed to get a taxi or

questioned

answer was

was following behind at the moment, was nervous when he heard his grandmother ask

next moment, the child

was instantly

Andre at the same time, and Megan looked

he felt that these

really don’t

was hopeless about

shaking with anger, “What the hell is going

up by

“I was drunk that night,

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

and her

he looked at