The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 297

Chapter 297 Patric remained silent for a moment, then let out a deep sigh of relief. “It’s easier said than done. Dad is stubborn, and changing his mind is like trying to move a mountain.” “Are you afraid of Patric challenging you?” Grace patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you plead your case. Besides, he may be able to control your marriage registration, but he can’t control who you fall in love with. In the future, you can do as you please. Just don’t go overboard and keep it public.” Patric pondered over her words and realized they made sense. The two of them continued walking and chatting, and before they knew it, they were approaching the gate. Grace suddenly looked around and was alarmed. She had forgotten something important. “Oh no! I was so engrossed in our conversation that I forgot about Abigail She said she would wait for you at the entrance of the ancestral hall!” Frowning, Patric asked, “Did she follow us?” “Yes, she said she was worried about you.” Grace wondered if she should go back and find her. “Abigail always keeps her word. She probably won’t leave without you, unless…” Their expressions turned serious as they simultaneously thought of the same possibility. Patric turned around and swiftly ran back towards his villa, with Grace following closely behind as they descended from the mountaintop. Abigail had just finished packing her belongings and walked out of the villa. luggage?” Patric hurriedly approached her and asked, “What are you doing with your lugga Abigail lowered her head, feeling a bit guilty. “I’ve been causing trouble for Mr. Patric these past few days. It’s been almost a month since Peter’s cheating incident. The internet has long forgotten about it. It’s time for me to move back to my own apartment.” Patric tightly clenched her wrist and sn atched the suitcase from her hand. “I don’t agree!”

“Mr. Patric! You have no right to stop me from leaving! You and Miss Grammer have divorced, so our agreement is void!” Abigail was also getting a bit annoyed. It was the first time she spoke so defiantly in front of Patric. Patric pursed his lips and his face turned cold. Abigail didn’t argue further. “She’s right. Our lives are so different. I’m not worthy of you at all. I was just a rented fake partner. I shouldn’t have been sincere, let alone hold you back… I… Before she could finish her sentence, Patric stepped forward and forcefully pulled her closer, pressing his lips against hers, cutting off all her apologies. An ambiguous atmosphere enveloped them. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

As Grace rushed into the villa, she witnessed this intimate scene. She smiled with a mix of comfort and helplessness, realizing that it was time for her to retreat. She tiptoed away silently. The dominating kiss ended with Abigall struggling to break free. Patric explained, “I was the one who was tempted first, and I should be the one to apologize. Last night… You were under the influence of Chinese medicine. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you Chapter 297 like that… But 1…” Last night, he had carried Abigail back to the villa. Originally, he intended to help her take a shower and find some medicine to alleviate her discomfort. However, her rationality had been completely engulfed by the drug, and she had clung to him regardless… It was his lack of control, his distraction. He had been abstinent all these years, but finally, under Abigail’s softness, he had succumbed to desire. The vivid memories from last night resurfaced in Abigail’s mind. She blushed instantly, feeling embarrassed.

“That… Last night was an accident. Don’t dwell on it too much, Mr. Patric. I won’t use such a thing to threaten you. Let’s pretend it never happened!” Patric glared at her, his face turning red with anger. “You! You sc umbag, you seduced me, and now you’re denying responsibility? Don’t you want to be accountable?” “Huh?!” What! Abigail never expected that the usually elegant and noble Third Young Master Lu would utter such shameless words. She was taken aback. Patric’s face turned dark, and his ears reddened. “Or what?” “Then… since it was our first time, why don’t we consider it even?” Abigail blushed and wanted to escape.- But Patric firmly grabbed the back of her neck. “Where do you think you’re running off to? Patric does not take relationships lightly. Since we slept together, I will take responsibility for you till the end!” “But…” “No ‘buts”!” His determined gaze locked onto her. “I will overcome any obstacles in the future. You won’t be alone anymore. I will pamper and love you. Just trust me and pursue your acting career fearlessly. I will ensure your happiness!” Abigail looked at him in a daze, her heart deeply moved. Even though she thought she had closed her heart tightly after Peter’s cheating incident, Patric had managed to find his way in To be cherished, loved, and have a place she could call home-those were things she had never dared to hope for. “Can’t you be a little less nice to me?” She sniffed, her voice choked with emotion.

Patric cupped her face. “Why?” “I’m afraid…” Afraid that she would sink too deep, unable to extricate herself. He was afraid of enduring a more severe blow than Peter’s betrayal, falling into an even deeper abyss of pain. Patric seemed to have guessed her thoughts and chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, I’m not Peter.” Abigail held back her tears and reminded him cautiously, “But Mr. Patric, think it through. Do you really want to be with me? I’ve never seen my parents or had any information about them. I was abandoned as a child, a mistake at birth.” “It’s their loss for abandoning you. From now on, you’ll be my treasure.” He gently caressed,her hand, kissed the back of it, and spoke earnestly, “Miss, I want to make a new agreement with you. Its duration is entirely up to you.” Abigail was stunned. He was handing over all the power to her. If she ever grew tired of it, she could walk away at any time. Just to protect her sense of security? In the late autumn, a cold wind blew across their faces, piercing to the bone. But Abigail felt warmth throughout her entire being. That warmth came from Patric. Grace got into the car and gradually drove away from Galen Mountain. As she gazed at the receding scenery, her heart felt heavy. If only she and Eder could have a love life as healthy and smooth as her eldest brother Chris and sister-in-law, or her third brother Patric and Abigail-a simple and ordinary life filled with love. Her brows furrowed, and for the first time, she appeared lost in her thoughts. Her once clear, starry eyes now dulled. Lost in her trance, Grace was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of her phone. It was Chris calling.

“Girl, I heard from Eleven that you have something to discuss with me.” Taking a deep breath, Grace responded, “Yes…” Chris checked his schedule. “I’ve been quite busy lately and won’t be able to return to S City for the time being. If there’s anything you need, just let me know, and I’ll take care of it when I have the chance.” “Thank you, bro.” Grace hesitated for a moment before continuing, “I hope you can help me with something-release Nick on bail from the high-security prison!” There was a moment of silence on Chris’s end. It seemed that her request caught him off guard. Grace could tell that he hadn’t expected her to ask for such a favor.