She Returns as a Billionaire (Kayla and Henry)

She Returns As A Billionairess By Fiona Jaramillo Chapter 387

Chapter 387 My Dear Wife

The commitment Aryan made was so big that it gave Kaylah a fright.

“You don’t have to go that far. Once we find things won’t work, you need to find someone else.”

Hearing that, Aryan reached out and stroked her hair. “It’s a real bummer that you say things like this

on the day I make my confession of love.”

“That’s how I tend to be. Didn’t you say that you could accept everything about me?”

Looking into her starry eyes, Aryan became soft.

“Alright. Your happiness is the only thing that matters.”

“Then let’s change to another topic and enjoy our meal, shall we?”

Aryan had to nod in agreement.

After quite a while, the two finished the meal, which was somewhat awkward for both. Then Aryan

proposed that he drive Kaylah home. Kaylah agreed.

The two of them then got into Aryan’s car and left.

The private detective sent the pictures of the two leaving together to Hendry.

With all these pictures, Hendry was finally resigned to accepting it.

Kaylah and Aryan were dating. And Aryan was finally with the woman he loved.

Alone in the apartment, Hendry sat in a door-facing chair and kept looking in the direction of the door,

his eyes wide open. But no one was back throughout the night.

Since he had waited in the neighborhood for Kaylah for a long time last time, and yet he failed to see

her back then, Hendry then decided to buy all the apartments next to Kaylah’s apartment.

It was a lot of money spent, but Hendry thought it was worth it.

Then, he hired a senior designer and had the designer arrange the layout of all the new apartments -he

bought in the same way Kaylali’s apartment was laid out.

But since he hadn’t stayed in Kaylah’s apartment for long, his apartment didn’t look exactly the

same as Kaylah’s.

After that, Hendry started to frequent these new apartments instead of going back to the Lowery’s

home after he got off duty.

He would choose a small sofa and sit on it while waiting for the light in Kaylah’s apartment to light

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But much to his disappointment, that light was constantly off. And this time was no exception.

Aryan did not drive Kaylah back to the apartment. Instead, he drove her to the Delgado’s home.

Hendry sat alone in the living room, facing the quiet neighborhood while drinking alone.

Then it dawned on him that, in the past three years, Kaylah had done the same thing, sitting alone in

the living room of the Lowery’s home while waiting bitterly for him to get off work so as to chat

with him a bit.

And whenever his birthday came, which the Lowery family didn’t seem to care about at all, Kaylah

would fix a hearty meal for him.

Then, despite all the drowsiness, she would wait at home for him and then celebrate the birthday.

with him.

There was one time when Hendry was dining with his clients. Since he had forgotten about his birthday,

he ended up sleeping in a hotel that night.

By the time he returned home the next day, he saw Kaylah, who had been waiting all night, sleeping on

the sofa in the living room, as well as a table full of food and the birthday cake.

Perhaps because those memories were too painful, or perhaps it was because of the alcohol, Hendry

ended up getting drunk.

The drunkenness made Hendry lose control, who started to call Kaylah with his new phone number.

“Beep, beep, beep…”

The phone rang for a long, long time. Hendry thought that Kaylah would not answer, but then, her

voice sounded.

“Hello, who is this?”

“Kaylah…” Hendry dragged out his voice and called her out in a drunken tone, “Honey.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Hearing the voice, which was all too familiar, Kaylah halted.

Then, she froze with shock upon hearing how he addressed her.

Failing to get a response, Hendry continued, “My love! Why are you ignoring me? Kaylah… Burp!

Honey.”

Kaylah gritted her teeth over the phone and started to curse, “Hendry, I don’t care if you are drunk, but

mind your language! Who is your wife? We are already divorced!”

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