The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 151

"So, who would you like to date?" Wyatt's voice was entrancing and pleasant. "Perhaps not you!" Ivy responded. She was so enraged that smoke was pouring from her ears. Simba was still perplexed and couldn't figure out why she was so enraged. Wyatt remained silent for a few seconds before speaking again in a somewhat low voice. "Didn't you used to like me a lot?" That was in the past, a long time ago. When Ivy liked him, she forgot about how difficult life was. "That was the past," she said harshly after a brief pause. "I'm much more self-aware now." "You're not required to—" Ivy grabbed Simba by the tail and yelled at it before Wyatt could finish his sentence. "Hurry up and end the phone call!" Simba hung up the phone politely. It felt so mean-spirited that those tears welled up. Ivy couldn't bear the thought of it being sad. She let go of him and stroked the creature's head. "You little rascal, don't you know I despise him? Did you get a call from him?" "You said you wanted to date the guy with the best overall qualities, Mama." Simba argued adamantly. Ivy hissed angrily. "However, he's also divorced! You didn't leave him out. That's unethical!" "But he was married to you, Mama, so if he can meet all of your other preferences, he can compensate for this flaw." "That's nonsense! Never!” Ivy was serious. Simba shrunk into her arms and let out a weak "oh." It waggled its little tail and refused to argue any further. Ivy received a text message before going to bed. She swept a glance and read the message quickly. (There will be no other dates!) 'What does it matter to him?!' Ivy snorted coldly and returned to her sleep.

Hilton Hotel's Presidential Suite. Pierce ran naked for the door, but he was dragged back by a tall and powerful bodyguard. The little boy whimpered and cried but did not cry. "I want to sleep with my pretty lady! I don't want to be here!" The bodyguard placed Pierce on the living room sofa, speechless. The maid then emerged from the restroom to dress him. "Mr. Seely doesn't like you running around, young master. If you run away again, he'll be furious!" Pierce was unconcerned and scowled. "I don't give a damn! I want to sleep with her!" "Young Master, you'll scare the girl away if you're like that," the chubby maid thought for a moment. "Before you can be together, you must first woo her and make her like you." Pierce blinked his clear sapphire eyes as he tried to process the maid's words. “Really?” The maid nodded confidently. The bodyguard nodded and handed over a glass of milk. “Yes!” It's late at night. Marco Seely finished his work and went back to the hotel. To keep the little prince from sneaking out, the bodyguard and maid were stationed on both sides of the door. They greeted him as soon as they heard the sound of the door opening. "Mr. Seely, you've returned." The maid lowered her voice and approached him, taking his jacket. Marco let out a faint "mm" and went over to check on the sleeping toddler. His eyes were gentle and warm. He paused for a moment before departing, instructing, "If he wants to go to Ms. Morgan tomorrow, don't stop him." The maid and bodyguard's eyes widened in surprise. Pierce, who was in bed at the time, muttered, "Pretty lady, mwah..."

The three adults in the room were at a loss for words. Pierce was dressed in a little tuxedo with a little bowtie the next morning. He even sprayed hairspray on his hair and looked adorable and proper. From the side, the maid complimented him. "Young Master, you're so attractive! Girls will adore you!" Smugly, the little prince lifted his chin. "As long as the pretty lady likes it. I'm only getting dressed up for her!" He hurriedly motioned to the bodyguard. "Have you figured out how to chase girls or not?" "Yes, buy them flowers," the tall and burly bodyguard said confidently, holding the iPad. "That's so old. You should get some jewelry!" The chubby nanny explained. They were interrupted by Pierce. "I'll buy all of them!" They went their respective ways. When the large, bearded bodyguard entered the flower shop, the florist assumed he had offended someone and would be beaten up. “Uh… How can I assist you?" "I'd like a rose... No, no, that white one over there!" 'Our Young Master must stand out from the crowd!' The bodyguard pondered. In the meantime, the nanny arrived at the mall. Her daily attire was quite opulent. "Madam, would you like to look at anything?" inquired the saleslady "I want your heaviest gold bracelet!" 'Our Young Master must be regarded as a generous individual!' The nanny pondered.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.