Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 407

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.

The rain quickly blurred into sheets, drumming against the windows.

Emmy frowned, stood up, and hurried over to shut the half-open window tight.

Teresa spoke up suddenly. “Dean’s still out there… kneeling in the yard.”

Emmy didn’t even hesitate as she closed the window. “Let him kneel.”

“He’s treated Mom like the enemy for so long, made her suffer all these years. He deserves to kneel. Maybe it’ll finally knock some sense into him.”

The rain hammered down harder, pouring in buckets as the sky went completely dark.

Emmy didn’t bother going outside again. She made herself comfortable on the living room sofa, put on her noise-canceling headphones, and started reviewing notes on her tablet.

She took a moment to text James: At my mom’s place. Having dinner here tonight.

Teresa only napped for a little while before Marian knocked on the bedroom door to announce dinner was ready.

Emmy helped her mom out of the room, feeling the cold, damp air hit as soon as they stepped out. She immediately told the housekeeper to turn the heat up.

As they walked down the long glass corridor, Emmy glanced outside.

Through the blurry sheet of rain, she could just make out the figure still kneeling in the yard.

Dean’s back was slumped, rain soaking him completely.

Just then, James came in, black umbrella in hand.

He spotted Dean right away, kneeling in the middle of the yard, and his brow furrowed.

Looking up, he caught Emmy’s gaze through the glass corridor. She was watching Dean too.

Maybe she felt his eyes on her, because she looked up and met his gaze.

A second later, she smiled, her whole face softening.

Just like that, all the irritation James felt over Dean vanished.

He strode into the foyer, and Marian greeted him with a cheery, “You’re here, son-in-law!”

She hurried over and took his umbrella with a big smile.

Those words—son-in-law—stabbed into Dean’s ears like hot needles.

Dean, drenched and dizzy from the cold, looked up just in time to see James’ tall figure disappear into the bright, warm entryway.

Dean tried to push himself up, but his knees gave out and he slipped, landing right back in the mud.

The butler rushed over with an umbrella. “Mr. Sparrow, if you don’t want to kneel anymore, you should head in. Dinner’s about to start.”

Dean forced himself upright, rain streaming off him. His voice was rough but determined.

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