My ex-husband’s nightmare (Lydia and Mason) novel Chapter 168

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Chapter 168

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After spending two hours seated in front of a stylist and a makeup artist, my waist felt stiff, but the good part was that my look transformed, and I went from a ten to a thousand.

I took one last satisfied look at my reflection before walking out of the room.

Mason’s room, where he was to get dressed, was just across mine. I inhaled slowly before reaching for the doorknob. Once I entered, the smile on my face shook when I saw Mason. His shoulders were hunched up, and his body was bent over. He didn’t even notice I had entered the room.

I took slow steps forward and another, still, Mason didn’t turn, he just kept typing away, and from his reflection on the mirror, I noticed his brows were drawn together, and his jaw ticked.

On getting towards him, I tapped him on the shoulder, and he flinched. He turned quickly, tucking the phone into his pocket.

“Hey, love,” he said, then leaned down to me. His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“You look stunning!” He declared, taking a step back and nodding in approval. I gauge his expression, and it has morphed into a relaxed one.

“You don’t look bad yourself,” I said. He wore a black suit, and his hair was styled backwards. His eyes moved to the side, and he rubbed the top of his nose.

“We should go.” He said, placing his hand on the small of my back and leading me to the door. His fingers grazed my skin, and I could feel the tension in them. There was something he wasn’t telling me.

He reached for the doorknob, but I placed one hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes.” He nodded enthusiastically. “Why?”

“You just don’t look…” I inhaled sharply and shook my head, “Never mind.” Maybe I was reading too much about his posture, and he was completely fine.

Mason held my hand in his as we walked down the hallway. There were two men standing guard in front of a tall door. They bowed politely and opened the door.

The smell of different delicacies wafted under my nostrils as I walked into the restaurant. There were round tables on each side and a red carpet in the middle.

A man dressed in black trousers and a white button shirt walked towards us, a small smile on his lips. He stopped in front of us and bowed slightly, “Good evening, Miss Alissa,” he turned to Mason, “Mr Woods, I’ve been honored to show you to your seats.”

We walked behind him as he walked down the aisle. In the middle of the hall hung a chandelier with diamonds scattered all over it. Light shone on the place, illuminating the entire place while keeping the

romantic vibe.

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Once we got to our seats, Mason pulled out a chair for me, and I sat. Then he walked around the table and sat opposite me.

“What would you like to have first?” The waiter who was still standing by the side asked.

“Cocktail,” Mason answered for both of us.

He was back in a few minutes with two other waiters, and they set the glasses of cocktails in front of us. “Thank you, Mike,” I read his name from the tag pinned on his chest.

“You’re welcome, ma’am,” he said, and then left after we placed our orders for what we wanted.

While we waited for the waiter. I turned to the side, noticing the artwork for the first time. “Do you still keep artwork?” Mason asked. “Or did you change hobbies? This voice carried a playful undertone.

I felt an icy feeling on my back, and I turned to see the lady from the ice–cream shop staring at us. When our eyes met, she quickly looked away.

I adjusted the chair, lifting my glass to my lips. I took a slow sip ‘Of course, what other hobbies could possibly beat art hoarding? I asked, surprised he had to ask me that. He settled his glass on the table. “I don’t know, reading?” He asked casually, leaning into the chair as he spoke.

“You loved reading, I do too, but I read when I had to, and you read for fun. We are not the same.” That carned a chuckle from him, which blended perfectly with the low mummering from other customers in the

restaurant.

“You remember the one time you got a new book and you didn’t leave your study for a full day.” I reminded. My glass was on the table. I lunged forward and clapped my hands together, resting my elbows on the table.

“I was working. Lydia.”

“Years later, I can’t believe you are still denying it.” The waiter returned with our food at that moment, and we stopped speaking till they left.

As we ate, we spoke about different things, from politics, business, and travel.

“I want to use the restroom. I’ll be quick.” I said, rising to my feet and grabbing my purse. I asked for the direction of the restroom and was shown one.

The restroom was empty when I stepped inside. Instead of going into the cubicle, I first stood in front of the mirror. My makeup was still on point, although my lips needed a little touch.

After I was done, I washed my hands and pulled out a tissue, which I used to wipe my hands. Just then, the door creaked open, and a rustle of footsteps was heard as the door clicked shut.

Not hearing the person walking past, I raised my head and looked towards the door to see the same woman leaning on the door with her hands crossed over each other. She stared at me.

Ignoring her, I focused on applying lipstick. She could stare at me all she wanted; I don’t give two fucks.

“Are you married to him?” I furrowed my brows, and my hand paused for a brief moment. “Is he your

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I smack my lips together, returning my lipstick to my purse. It’s a shame she thinks everyone is like her.

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