Chapter 71

Ciara was aided into the front seat of the Audi after the official certification of being healed and free to go. Brian was on the steering driving Ciara home when her phone buzzed repeatedly.

“Holy cow!” Ciara exclaimed, staring at her phone, pinching herself, and then throwing an interesting , am-dead, anxious stare at Brian.

Brian almost smashing his feet on the brake asked. “What is it?”

“That stupid billionaire that calls himself my husband is back,” she said in the dumbest of ways and murmured a nagging sound beneath her throat that made Brian to stare at her fallen face with the corner of his yes and keeping to driving carefully . “What do we do now?” she inquired, stroking her hair confusedly and becoming sick again right then.

“You are asking me about what we do?” Brian snapped, smacking his lips as indecision hung on his mind. Finally a line of action dropped on his mind and he stole a glance at her; she was already looking out the window in disappointment, thrusting out her