I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67 Ashton’s POV: She’s into Him… Maybe

Chapter 67 Ashton’s POV: She’s into Hims. Maybe

Ashton watched Mirabelle flee the dining room without a backwards glance.

He set his wine glass down. ‘How’s she settling in?‘

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Geoffrey stepped forward. ‘Mrs Laurent mostly stayed in her room and worked on her sketches. She dropped by a law firm earlier today. Came back right after..

‘Stayed in? She didn’t go to the office?‘

He remembered her telling him last week about some big campaign Nyx Collective was prepping.

A career–defining launch, apparently.

He pulled out his phone.

‘Find out what’s going on at Nyx,‘ he said the second Cassian picked up. ‘Ask Yvaine Carlisle. Don’t make it obvious.‘

Cassian groaned. ‘Mate, I’m your bloody best man, not your PA. Nor your wife’s. Why don’t you just ask Mirabelle yourself? Or are you two not on speaking terms?‘

‘Do it.‘ Ashton hung up.

He stared at the screen.

Then at his untouched plate.

The steak tasted like cardboard.

The wine like vinegar.

Cassian’s words pissed him off more than he cared to admit.

He’d married her.

She’d moved in.

That was already a win, considering how allergic she was to commitment, post–Rhys.

But that was about it.

They lived in the same damn house, ate at the same table, and somehow she still looked at him like he was her boss during a performance review.

Earlier, at dinner, her smile had been a dead giveaway.

It was the same kind customer service reps gave–polite, bland, entirely devoid of meaning.

Still, he hadn’t missed the way her eyes kept darting over him when she thought he wasn’t looking.

Over his jaw, his hands, his throat.

She didn’t know what it did to him.

Maybe she didn’t realise her gaze had weight, like a touch he could feel without being touched, soft and slow and impossible to ignore, dragging heat across his skin wherever it landed.

So yeah. She was into his body.

At least there was that.

But it was a transient, superficial, Chippendales–level interest–she was all in for the show, front row, drooling over the abs and hip thrusts… but she’d never take the dancer home.

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Chapter 67. Ashton’s POV he’s into Him. Mayba

Not when the lights came up.

Not when real life started.

Ashton ran a hand through his hair, annoyed with himself, with his lack of progress.

He didn’t want to be her temporary obsession, some aesthetic she played with until the next whim took over.

He wanted in.

Into her thoughts, her trust, her fucking life.

She’d been accused of something serious, and her first instinct was to go it alone.

She didn’t mention it to him.

The thought of asking for his help probably never even crossed her mind.

The tight, low–simmering frustration had been riding his nerves all day, and by midnight, it hit boiling point.

Ashton’s bedroom was on the east side of the second floor, two doors down from hers.

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As he stepped out to get water, his eyes flicked to the right.

Light spilt from under Mirabelle’s door.

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She seemed to be on the verge of stepping out.

But the second she heard his door click open, she froze.

Then–faster than a blink–she ducked back inside and killed the lights.

So. She’d wanted to come out too.

Probably for water.

Or a snack.

Or something less innocent, if he let himself hope.

But the second she clocked him, she bolted like the idea of being near him was worse than thirst.

Ashton let out a slow breath, ran a hand through his hair, and walked downstairs without a backwards glance.

He didn’t want to spook her more than she already was.

He filled a glass at the kitchen island, then wandered over to the living room and dropped onto the leather sofa, phone in hand.

From where he sat, he had a perfect view of her bedroom door upstairs.

A sliver of it eased open.

No lights inside, just blackness and a glint of curiosity.

She peeked out.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t even look directly at her.

The door snapped shut again.

His mouth twitched.

He sipped his water. Slowly.

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Chapter 67 Ashton’s PDV che’s Into Him. Maybe

Took hinten minutes to finish it.

Her door opened again.

A crack.

Then closed.

Again.

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