Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 25

Ivy stared at the line of luxury sports cars shining under the garage lights, her eyes full of bittersweet regret.

“Miss, you used to love these cars more than anything,” the housekeeper said softly. “You even had the whole garage expanded just for them.”

Ivy let out a silent sigh. What a waste. Two people who’d once been so in love—how did things end up like this?

“I don’t have anything to do with him anymore. Ivy, please take care of the cars as soon as you can.”

Without another word, she walked straight to the key cabinet on the far wall and pulled out a ring of car keys. Her mom had given them to her last year for her birthday.

“Peter,” she called to the driver waiting nearby, “bring out the white Bentley and follow me in it.”

By the time she made it back to her apartment building, Emmy had just parked her car and was about to head inside when she spotted James.

He was walking out of the grocery store, tall and broad-shouldered, holding a cup of instant noodles as he made his way into the elevator.

Emmy blinked. Was he really eating instant noodles for dinner now? Did he give her his entire paycheck and end up so broke he could only afford ramen?

Shaking her head, she decided to go into the store herself.

She was in the produce section picking out vegetables when her phone rang. It was Abriella.

Before her friend could start in with her usual dramatic flair, Emmy cut her off. “Abriella, does your cousin have any foods he doesn’t eat? Or anything he’s allergic to?”

There was a brief pause. “Huh? Not that I know of… Why are you asking?”

“No reason. Just curious.”

“Uh-huh…” Abriella clearly didn’t believe her. “Oh, by the way, I went to your old place to surprise you and your landlady said you moved out? Seriously, Emmy, you moved and you didn’t even tell me?”

“I’ve just been slammed lately. I was going to invite you over for dinner once I got settled in.”

Emmy just stared at her phone. What was that all about?

She ended up making two dishes, but then couldn’t decide—should she invite James down, or just bring the food up to him?

Remembering what he said last night—“Want to come in and try it together?”—Emmy got chills just thinking about it.

Never mind. She’d just bring the food up.

She packed the dishes into a double-layer insulated lunchbox, took a deep breath, and stood in front of James’s door. Then she knocked.

Knock knock knock.

The door opened almost instantly.