One Night Stand With My Exs Billionaire Enemy - Chapter 202

Chapter 202 The second the call ended, Daniel's phone buzzed again. He opened the app, tapped the 'accept transfer' button. Priya had sent two grand. That covered the phone. Ashton too-Priya could pass on the message. Daniel stared at his screen. His head was down. Fringe dipped over his eyes. 'What's the hold-up?' I asked. 'You stall any longer, and the shop's going to close.' He blinked hard and straightened up. 'Right. Sorry, I zoned out a bit.' He yawned. 'I'm ordering now.' Once the confirmation came through, I felt the pressure ease in my chest. Ashton would know I was safe.

That was enough for tonight. We kept walking towards the hotel. The pavement was dry, but the air smelled faintly of car exhaust and fried onions from the halal cart at the corner. Daniel stopped abruptly. 'Wait. That name you said earlier, Ashton. Was that Ashton Laurent?' 'Yeah.' 'You know him?' 'He's my husband.' He jerked his head around, wide-eyed. 'Wait-hold on. You and him? Married?' I showed him my ring. 'I thought you would've seen this a long time ago.' 'Yeah, I did. I just... I never made the connection.

Wait, I mean, if he's your husband, why the hell's he messing around with Rowan Hale? That's just foul. Two-timing piece of-' 'He's not like that.' I frowned. 'But the photo!' 'It could be staged. Photoshopped. Who knew.' 'But that's twice now he's been caught with Rowan.' Daniel was indignant, though I wasn't sure if it was on behalf of me or his beloved singer idol. 'I believe him,' I said simply. 'He won't cheat.' 'How long have you been married?' 'Not long,' I said evasively.

'Why?' 'You've seen the Marilyn Monroe film, The Seven Year Itch?' 'No, but I've heard the phrase.' 'Then you know what I mean.' 'I really don't,' I said drily. This conversation was beginning to put my back up. 'Guys tend to stray after they've been married for a long time. I'm a guy. I know.' 'That may be true for some guys, but not Ashton.' 'I'm just saying, you should be careful. The guy's rich, right? He could be keeping another-' 'I don't want to talk about this.' Daniel shut up. We were outside the hotel when he stopped. 'You should go up, get some rest.

I'll bring your phone when it gets here. I used the hotel's front desk for the delivery address.' 'No need. I'll wait down here. You go grab some sleep. You look tired.' His mouth opened slightly. Then he nodded and walked off without arguing. I stayed in the lobby, on a stiff velvet armchair that smelled faintly of bleach. Ten minutes later, the concierge handed me the parcel. I tore through the packaging, powered it on, set up the Wi-Fi, made sure everything was working. Only after that did I go upstairs. There was no SIM card, though. None of the apps would let me log in.