Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!

Chapter 73

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 73

Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! Chapter 73 No, I don’t

VICTORIA’S POV

Soon the next day came.

At four o’clock, I left my desk in the library and walked inside our room. I took a shower and came out, only to find Sophia waiting for me in the room.

“Madam Devonte!” She exclaimed as I almost rolled my eyes at her. This woman still calls me Madam Devonte, even though I have asked her not to. I am not Madam Devonte yet.

But, she seemed not to care about my sullen mood and pointed at the bag. “Here are your things.”

My gaze turned to the bag, and I frowned a little. “What is this?” As if to answer me, my phone started ringing.

Sophia smiled, “I guess it’s Master. He will explain. Please, excuse me.” She bowed a little, then left.

She was right; It was Aless. I received the call. “So, what is my baby and baby’s mother doing?” He asked.

Honestly, I am not used to this lovey-dovey situation and words. And from him? Well, it never happened before.

But, as he is trying, I am also trying to accept his love for me. I suppressed the smile as I felt ticklish in my stomach and pouted a little.

“They just came out of the shower and standing before the bag our master has sent us,” I replied, and it felt that everything stopped for a few seconds. Or maybe, Alessandro stopped?

I don’t know; I just felt like it.

“Oh, so do they see what is inside the bag?” He asked; this time, his tone seemed a little groggy, which was exceptionally sexy to my fresh ears!

I bit down my lips and gulped. “Well, not yet. But, what is it?”

“There is a dress and matching shoe for tonight’s banquet. I hope you will like it.”

“Mmhm. I will wear it for you tonight,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn. I swear, I am red like a tomato now.

The moment those words fell from my lips, I heard his low growl. “Oh, fuck, baby… Don’t do this to me.”

I blinked at first. “What did I do?”

“Oh, so you don’t know what you did?” I heard his extremely sexy tone, clenching my thighs.

I shook my head innocently. “No, I don’t.”

“Oh, then maybe I have to remind you. Wait for me.” He said and cut the call.

“Huh? What just happened?” I was left speechless. What is wrong with him?

However, I couldn’t think about him much as my phone vibrated with a call again. This time, it’s Antonio, my brother.

Why is he calling now? I received the call.

“Hey, Ant…” I tried to sound casual and pretend no problems were going on between us.

“Did I disturb you?” He asked, and I shook my head, denying his guess immediately. “of course not. Tell me, what can I do for you?”

“Today, there is a dinner banquet held by DW Wine Corp. The Director invited Alessandro too. Are you coming with him?” He asked.

“Yes, he told me about that yesterday. I agreed,” I said, suppressing the excitement in my heart. Finally, he initiated to ask about Aless.

“Oh… Did you see the location?” He asked again.

I shook my head in denial. “Nah, not yet. Moreover, Aless knows the location, I am sure.”

“Well, the function will be at the Hotel Ceilo; we both hold half shares in this hotel.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I do remember about it…” Then suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. “This White Corp and its Director. Isn’t he a mysterious man? Are you sure it will be fine? Because we don’t have much idea about the company itself. Do you know anything about the owner?”

“Well, could it be a scam or something?” I voiced out my fear.

“Well, no.” Antonio’s tone came from the other side. “I am also not sure about the owner of DW Wine Corp. The owner is a mysterious man, though I have already received the full payment and divided it into two. So, there is no money issue.”

I nodded. “If that’s the case, then I am really excited to see the man himself. What do you think?”

“Yeah, me too,” Antonio replied. “Well, then, see you in the banquet and… Take care.” He said before hanging up the call.

I tossed the phone around, dropping the topic of the mysterious Director, and turned to face the bag that my man sent.

The thought of him being my man still tightened my belly even after I was carrying his baby. This seems too unreal.

I opened the zipper and gasped, looking at the dress.

It is a red dress, as red as the queen’s red rose.

The texture of the fabric is as smooth and luxurious as silk, the A-line collar boasts a vintage flair, and the hemline appears to be embellished with a dazzling display reminiscent of twinkling starlight.

The dress is custom-made because it has been specially designed for a pregnant woman.

It’s an Alisha Maroon design and a piece of art. I love Alisha’s dress. She is originally from Italy and only makes one piece for every dress which she sells at a very high price.

Well, it’s worth it, no doubt. And then I got a pair of matching red sandals and no heels. Surely, chosen by Aless because he did not allow me to wear heels during my pregnancy after the doctor strictly forbade me from doing that.

I picked up the dress and slipped out of my bathrobe. I immediately wore the dress, avoiding the bra. Because, nowadays, it’s slightly uncomfortable for me to wear innerwear and Aless knows this, the dress is surely made securely.

I avoided wearing panties, either. As I pulled the zip up halfway, I heard the door open, and immediately I knew who had entered.

As if just to prove my guess right, I felt his hot touch on my half-bare back as he pulled the half of the chain up, pulling me closer to him as my back collided with his firm chest.

Well, by his gesture, I will surely walk the whole party with sore legs and swollen neck…