Page 104 of Jealous Billionaire's Endless Regret

Letting out a shaky breath, she finally turned to face Lorenzo. "Fine. I’ll see him once before I leave.”

Lorenzo didn’t waste a second. He snatched his shirt off the ground, putting on roughly, leaving the top few buttons open. Then he grabbed her suitcase and headed straight for the door.

“Lorenzo?” She rushed after him. “What are you doing? Give it back!” she snapped, trying to take it back.

But he held it out of her reach, pulling it along behind him.

“Grandpa wants us to stay at his place for a few days,” he said without looking back. “We’re still the loving couple in front of him, remember? You showing up with nothing will raisequestions. Can’t have him thinking you don’t even have clothes at my place.”

Krystal narrowed her eyes. "Fine! But when we get there, you sleep on the floor," she snapped, giving him a shove as she stormed back into the living room.

Lorenzo smirked, watching her go. "You submitted the papers. So what? Papers can be canceled. And re-marrying you doesn’t sound out of reach either."

He swaggered out to the living room, confidence dripping from every step.

Just as he reached the living room, the apartment door swung open—and Darren stepped in, bumping into him.

“Shit!” Krystal muttered under her breath.

Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed instantly. ‘Isn’t this the same asshole with the Ferrari? His blood started to boil. What the hell is he doing here? She said she doesn’t have a boyfriend... then what is this bastard doing in her apartment?’

Storming forward, he shoved Darren back with one hand to the chest.

"Where the hell do you think you're barging in? Ever heard of knocking before entering someone else’s home?" Lorenzo snapped.

Darren blinked in surprise, clearly thrown off by Lorenzo’s presence. His eyes flicked to Krystal, then back. Slowly, a smug smile spread across his face.

"This is my apartment," he said coolly. "Why would I knock?”

Lorenzo’s jaw ticked. His head snapped toward Krystal. “This guyliveswith you?”

Krystal took a breath. “He doesn’t livewithme. He has his own room. We just share the apartment.”

Lorenzo nearly lost it. "Does that make it better?" His voice sharpened. "You’re living under the same roof with him?"

She gave him a blank stare, then walked right past both of them toward the door. "You coming or not? If not, I’m leaving the country. You’ve got two seconds."

Lorenzo threw Darren a glare hot enough to burn through walls, then followed after her.

***

Krystal sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed in her nightwear. The room had a quiet, nostalgic air.

Grandpa’s house, the Moretti Mansion, wasn’t like the sleek, modern Moretti house that Lorenzo owned. This one felt older—worn with time, but dignified. The room they were staying in had ornate ceilings, warm golden lighting, and an elegant, old-world charm. The carved wooden furniture, warm-toned lighting, and vintage curtains added to its charm.

Lorenzo was in the shower. She could hear the faint splash of water behind the closed door.

A few minutes later, he walked out—barefoot, chest bare, wearing only a pair of low-hanging gray trousers. Water still clung to his hair, dripping onto his shoulders as he rubbed a towel over it.

Krystal sat on the bed, scrolling through her tablet without looking up.

Lorenzo cleared his throat as he walked further into the room. A cocky smirk tugged at his lips. “Krystal, don’t you think I’vegained some abs since the last time you saw me,” he said, sliding fingers down his chest proudly. “If you divorce me, you won’t find men as hot as me that easily.”

She didn’t respond. Her eyes stayed on the screen, but her mind was miles away.

It had been months since she last shared a space with him. The day she signed the divorce papers and walked out of the Moretti house felt like a lifetime ago.

Now, sitting in a bedroom with him again only made her tense. Her body was tense, every nerve on edge.

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