Billionaire's Bounty Cost Of Love And Revenge novel Chapter 41

I was halfway through my hair and makeup when Marsha rushed in, wide–eyed and breathless. All eyes in the room turned toward ber

“What is it, Marsha?” I asked in a panicky voice. The look on her face made me even more worried, and my mind raced in different directions

“We have a litle situation downstairs,” Marsha said, glancing at the women behind me,

I turned to them, “Give me a moment, please,” whispered.

I walked up to Marsha, and she took my hand, leading me out the door.

“What is going on, Marsha?” I asked as soon as we were out of earshot.

“It’s Max. He’s at the reception, and he’s attracting attention,”

Ihalted. “What do you m

I mean he’s attracting attention?”

Marsha gave me a look but didn’t say anything, Instead, she pulled my hand and led me toward the reception area. We peeked together.

I didn’t know what I was expecting to see, but it was definitely not Max carrying a huge balloon bouquet in one hand and a flower in the other exhaled and pulled away, not wanting to be spotted. “What did he say he wanted? Can we escort him out? Pretend we don’t know why he’s here?”

Marsha gave me a pitiful look and pointed at the tag on the bouquet: “For my love, Ivy Whitfield.”

All the color drained from my face. There was no escaping this–it had my name written boldly. Max had done this on purpose so I wouldn’t be able to ignore him. We had an audience, and I couldn’t lash out. A few people had gathered around him, taking pictures and smiling gleefully. One of those pictures would end up in a blog, and I wouldn’t hear the end of it for a while. Being married to Asher meant more media coverage than I was usually accustomed to. It felt like they were shining a light on us, waiting for either one of us to slip up.

This was my workplace. Of course, the girls found it cute that a man had brought flowers for me.

Wait a second – they probably thought it was from Asher. He was my husband, after all, and he was popular with the girls, hence all the piggling and blushing. I turned to look at Marsha. She was surprised at the grin on my face, but before she could say anything, I walked into the reception area. rushed after me.

There were cheers and applause when all eyes turned to me. I covered my mouth with my hands, pretending to be excited by it all. Max wanted an act? He was going to get one. There was no way I’d let him embarrass me in front of all these people.

y a wide grin. “Oh, y…

He blinked in surprise at me, but it was quickly replaced by a

“Hand me the flowers and leave,” I said in a hushed tone. Though most of the people gathered had begun to disperse, I didn’t need a ne listening in on our conversation. If my guess was correct and they were all assuming this was from Asher, I needed to keep it that way.

“Baby, I’m sorry.

“Just give me the flowers and leave.”

He stared at me hesitantly

“If you don’t do as I say, then I’m never going to forgive you, Max. I’ll put a restraining order on you. I’ll tell them you’re talking me,” I said through clenched teeth.

He stared at me hesitantly, then handed them over. Marsha grabbed them from him before I could.

“Goodbye,

12:51 Mon, 30 Jun

Chapter 41

Max’s POV

I threw open the passenger dobe and slipped inside. “Can you imagine that?” I asked, infuriated. “She basically threatened me out there in m took the flowers and didn’t acknowledge me…

I glanced over at Taylor, who was leaning against her cai, her eyes hall closed as if the was barely awake, or maybe just bored.

I gave her flowers, Taylor, flowers, And she looked at me like I handed her a pile of frath, gumbled, folding my arms “Leven added a betoon bouquet.

I had a speech prepared in my head, a speech to apologize to her, to tell her all about my feelings.

Taylor didn’t even open her eyes, just shrugged one shoulder, the faintest smirk tugging at the comer of her mouth. “Maybe she’s allergic,” she muttered. “What cheap flowers did you gel?”

I groaned, my voice edging on desperation. “Not funny, Taylor.”

Finally, she opened her eyes, looking at me with a funny expression on her face. “I didn’t know! was supposed to be your personal clown,” she said, giving me a once–over. “I bet the people there thought you were a delivery man,”

I frowned in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

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