The Daring Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 124

Dominic

Not even when I was with Carmella did I ever have to deal with someone telling me how to organize stuff in my own bedroom. That was because I felt no one had the right to tell me what to do, until now. The last thing I want is for Vanessa to be uncomfortable in my bedroom and if it means having to make adjustments for her, I'm willing to give it a try just so I can have her close to me.

This new experience, along with all the advice from my father-in-law is something I won't take lightly.

Just as I get ready to leave, Vanessa grunts and touches the side of her stomach and it sends me in a state of panic as I rush to her.

"What's wrong?" I ask, looking at her hunched over.

She straightens up with a sigh of relief and says, "I'm fine."

"That didn't look like it was the case."

"It was nothing. It's gone now," she assures me.

"Is everything okay with the baby?"

"Everything's fine."

Despite her reassurance, I shake my head and say, "Maybe I shouldn't go to work."

"Hey, I'll be fine."

"No. I don't think so."

"Hey," she chuckles. "I'm fine. Don't worry. I'll always tell you if something is really wrong."

I sigh with relief. "Promise me."

"I promise."

call

"Of course."

the news about her father.

down, I leave for the meeting and on my way, I scroll through my phone, looking at the apartment that once belonged to Carmella. I've already taken it away from her, just as I said I would and it's

and I attend a meeting together which has to do with one

I notice the way he keeps shaking his head at me. I try to ignore it at first but it's more than I can take, so I raise my

who should be asking you that question," he says. "During the meeting, you were glancing

"Was that obvious?"

"Yup!"

checking

always do that,

little scare. I

want anything

"No. I don't."

can still be an uncle when I

"Piss off."

how many hours Frank and I spend together at work, we always still have something to talk about over the phone and it isn't

as Vanessa's clothes aren't there anymore. Even the dressing mirror is filled with her cosmetics and fragrances, which hide

place, except I can't see

from the other end of the

"What happened?"

towel, her wet hair clinging to her skin. The sight of her like this is so unexpected that I don't even think twice before saying

"I'll call you back."

"Wait-"

nothing more I want than to watch her for as long as I can,

that. It's not like we've never seen

it so casually

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255