Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 710

“That’s a bit much,” Wiona blurted out, quickly covering his mouth with her hand.

“Why would you say something like that?”

Conrad caught her fingers, brushing gentle kisses along her knuckles. “Because I know it could never happen.”

They shared a look, both breaking into smiles.

If Wiona’s stomach hadn’t growled just then, Conrad probably would’ve forgotten about dinner completely.

After a quick clink of wine glasses, they dug into the meal.

Wiona’s cooking was on another level. Conrad had figured it would look good, but the taste blew him away. Each bite surprised him in the best way.

He couldn’t help but say, “Wiona, marrying you was the luckiest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Looks like I need to step up my own cooking game,” he added, grinning. “Otherwise, how could I ever deserve you?”

Wiona knew he wasn’t joking. She shook her head, laughing. “It’s not like you don’t have people lining up to cook for you.”

“Your hands were never meant for pots and pans.”

Conrad lifted her hand, studying it. “But your hands are made for holding a paintbrush.”

“So why is it alright for you to cook for me, but not for me to cook for you?” His eyes sparked with mischief. “I’m not letting you win this one.”

Wiona tried not to roll her eyes. Conrad’s ridiculous need to win. Honestly, she kind of loved it.

Dinner ended with the two of them feeling full and happy. Wiona felt stuffed and suggested they go outside. They wandered onto the lawn and ended up chasing each other around, laughing until they collapsed and rolled together on the grass.

Before she knew it, they were tangled up, hearts racing. Conrad leaned in, about to kiss her. Wiona clapped a hand over her mouth. “Wait... I haven’t brushed my teeth yet!”

She scrambled to her feet and dashed back into the house.

Inside the bedroom, she stopped short. The huge white bed was covered in pink rose petals. There were petals floating in the tub, scattered across the carpet, even on the sofa. The whole room smelled like roses—sweet, a little ridiculous, and honestly kind of amazing.

Wiona wasn’t going to pretend she didn’t love it. She was a sucker for romance, no matter how over the top.

But she didn’t have time to admire the view right now. She hurried through her routine in the bathroom, and when she came out, she noticed a row of dresses hanging in the closet. Had these always been here? The butler must’ve thought of everything.

She checked the tags—they were all brand new, but she could smell fresh detergent too. New, but washed, just for her. Every dress was her size, and there were all kinds of pajamas and sleepwear too. Even some that were... a little daring.

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