Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 66

Chapter 66 RAVEL FIVE YEARS AGO Hazel had mentioned that we would have an extensive conversation about Kelvin once we returned to the penthouse. Perhaps she was finally prepared to share with me the reasons behind her recent behavior, the motives that underlic her actions. After an evening of dining, dancing, and engaging in conversation, the hour had grown late, well past two in the morning. Hazel’s repeated yawns were clear signs of her exhaustion, and I didn’t want to keep her standing any longer than necessary. Therefore, I decided it was best for us to call it a night and retire. Gently wrapping my arm around her waist, I placed a delicate kiss on Hazel’s neck. “Shall we call it a night?” I whispered softly into her ear. She nodded, stifling yet another yawn. “I’ll go say goodbye to Elenor, and then we can head out.” I observed as she made her way across the room, seemingly dragging her feet, towards where Elenor was engrossed in taking shots with a group of girls. I wasn’t even sure who those girls were; Elenor had organized their presence herself. Just as I turned my attention back to the scene, Adam approached me. I slid my hands into my pockets, blinking slowly as I focused on him. “What is it, Adam?” I asked. His expression was serious as he spoke. “Boss, I thought you should know that Ms. Hazel met up with a man she referred to as a friend. But something seemed off; she appeared tense throughout their conversation.” This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

My brow furrowed in concern. “Did you manage to get his name?” I inquired, my focus narrowing on the situation. Adam winced slightly. “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t get his name. But I saw his face clearly, and I can definitely identify him if I see him again,” he assured me, attempting to rectify his oversight. Frustration gnawed at me. “His face won’t be of much use if we don’t have a name,” I replied curtly.

Could it be the Kelvin she was planning to discuss with me later? As my gaze shifted back towards Hazel’s approach, I spotted her walking toward us. “We’ll continue this conversation later,” I informed Adam, receiving a sharp nod in return as he moved away. Hazel reached for her purse on the table, giving me a soft smile. Despite her attempt to appear cheerful, a tinge of unease was evident in her eyes. “What were you and Adam discussing?” she inquired as we made our way toward my car. My thoughts were spinning, trying to understand what was going on with Hazel. I couldn’t let myself believe that she had cheated on me. “We were discussing the need to enhance your security measures,” I fabricated, my voice steady. “Given the news Elenor posted, the papara zzi and potential threats might start hounding you.” I courteously held the car door open for her until she was seated before I rounded the vehicle and settled into the driver’s seat. “Is that really necessary?” she questioned, expressing doubt about the heightened security. “The decision is final,” Vasserted firmly, my tone resolute. “Your safety isn’t up for negotiation. You’ll grow accustomed to their presence over time.” The remainder of the drive back to the penthouse transpired in silence, and I observed Hazel as she eventually drifted off to sleep in the car. Bringing the car to a stop in the parking lot, I switched off the engine, unfastened my seatbelt, and turned to gaze at Hazel, who was now peacefully asleep. My heart swelled with a mixture of affection and concern. I was deeply in love with her, to the point that I might even forgive her if she had cheated on me, but I was resolute in making sure that whoever he was wouldn’t be able to freely walk the streets of New York. Lost in admiring her beauty, I was caught off guard when her eyes fluttered open. Our eyes locked, and a soft smile tugged at her lips as she rubbed her hands over her face, drawing attention to the ring that now adorned her finger. I couldn’t help but grin at the sight. “You look absolutely beautiful,” I complimented genuinely. Hazel let out a gentle laugh. “Well, I just hope I wasn’t snoring too loudly,” she quipped, her gaze briefly shifting to the

window. “When did we arrive back home?” “It’s been just a few minutes since we arrived,” I replied. “You appeared so peaceful while sleeping that I didn’t want to disturb you.” She yawned and reached for her bag, undoing her seatbelt. “I did mention that we needed to talk,” she pointed out with a hint of amusement, “so eventually, I knew I’d have to wake up.” She opened the car door and stepped out, and I followed suit, placing a hand on her waist as we made our way into the house. Once inside the living room, Hazel dropped onto the sofa, kicked off her shoes, and then stood up once more, making her way to the mini bar. I observed her closely as she picked up a bottle of vodka and took a swig straight from it. The sight was unexpected, and I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in surprise. Seeing Hazel exhibit such behavior was entirely out of character, especially outside of a party atmosphere. Concerned, I called her name softly and left the sofa to join her at the bar. “Hazel,” I began gently, “if discussing what’s on your mind proves to be too difficult, you don’t have to do it.” She took another swig from the bottle and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “Not addressing this issue will not only jeopardize our relationship and possibly our marriage, but it could also tarnish your public image.” I studied her closely, my heart pounding with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. “Is this connected to the man you met earlier?” I asked, and her eyes widened in surprise. “Adam told me,” I continued, “so I know about it. Is he the reason you’re resorting to alcohol? Did you cheat on me with him?” The words left my mouth, a knot of worry tightening in my chest. She glared at me, her gaze intense. “I’ve told you before, Ravel, I’ll never cheat on you,” she retorted firmly. She removed the pins from her hair, allowing her locks to cascade around her shoulders. “Hell will freeze over before that happens” If she hadn’t cheated, then perhaps the situation wasn’t as dire as she believed it to be. I moved closer to her, placing my hands on her waist, and then lifted her to sit on the edge of the bar counter. I stood between her legs, looking into her eyes with reassurance. “Talk to me,” I urged gently. “We’ll find a way

to work through it together.” Her eyes blinked, now glistening with unshed tears. The same beautiful eyes that had captured my heart. She whispered softly, her voice laced with vulnerability, “I’m afraid that you’ll leave me, Ravel. I’m afraid that you won’t want me anymore.” “Nothing,” I-assured her with utmost sincerity, “absolutely nothing will ever make me stop wanting you.” Drawing nearer, I planted a tender kiss on her lips. “I don’t think you realize just how profoundly I love you.” Hazel’s lips were slightly moist from nervousness as she licked them, struggling to articulate her thoughts. Seeing her hesitation, I decided to gently guide the conversation. “You mentioned wanting to talk about Kelvin. Is he the same man you met earlier tonight?” I asked, and she nodded in response. “Can you tell me more about your history with him?” With a deep breath, she began to reveal her truth. “I’m currently being blackmailed by Kelvin due to my past,” she disclosed, her voice tinged with emotion. My brow furrowed, puzzled by the revelation. “I was a drug addict, Rav,” she continued, her voice quivering with vulnerability, “and I nearly caused the death of a baby.”