A Billion-Dollar Goodbye: Too Late for Second Chances, Mr. Ex - Chapter 92: Chapter 92
You are reading A Billion-Dollar Goodbye: Too Late for Second Chances, Mr. Ex, Chapter 92: Chapter 92. Read more chapters of A Billion-Dollar Goodbye: Too Late for Second Chances, Mr. Ex.
"I help calm down your grandma, you help calm down my grandpa."
I hiccupped through my tears. "How?"
"My grandpa wants to see me settled before he dies."
That day I'd cried my contacts out, so everything was blurry.
"What do you think you are, Liam Cross? With his marriage-obsessed grandpa?"
I'd read online that Liam Cross was super devoted to family but refused to budge on marriage pressure.
"You got it right. I am Liam Cross."
I didn't buy it.
Secretly googled him.
Holy shit. Actually was Liam Cross.
Was he messing with me? A billionaire who can't find a girlfriend needs a fake one?
Unless he was... you know?
My expression must've been obvious.
He actually read my mind.
"Nothing wrong with me. Just haven't found the right person."
"I'm perfectly healthy, don't worry."
"Just mutual help. You can bail anytime you want."
The guy sounded so sincere.
Hard not to believe him.
Second time I brought a guy home, and it was Liam Cross.
Since he was fake anyway, I didn't care what he thought of my family situation.
Grandma wouldn't move, but she'd let me fix the place up a bit.
Still had stacks of cardboard cluttering the yard though.
Grandma was lying in bed looking miserable.
Started crying the second she saw me.
"Everything was fine—why didn't you get married?"
"My sweet girl is wonderful. How could nobody want you? It's my fault, I'm useless, picking trash and embarrasses people."
Grandma always blamed herself for everything.
"Don't worry, Grandma. Plenty of people want your sweet girl."
I pointed at my rent-a-boyfriend Liam.
"Grandma, meet my new boyfriend. What do you think?"
When we looked over, Grandma and I both froze.
This tall guy was bent over, efficiently collecting cardboard scraps.
Unfolded boxes, stepped on them with his expensive leather shoes to flatten them, tied them up with string, stacked them neatly in the corner.
Even organized Grandma's bottle collection while he was at it.
The whole scene was surreal.
Made me wonder—had this billionaire actually collected trash before?
Liam washed his hands and wiped down the counter.
Then stood respectfully in front of Grandma.
"Hello, Grandma. I'm Liam Cross, Savannah's new boyfriend."
"My grandpa collected scrap too when I was little. I think Savannah and I are a perfect match—better than her... ex."
That whole day was bizarre.
Grandma went from sickly to energetic like she'd taken miracle pills.
Cooking in the kitchen while chatting with Liam.
He kept that same calm, handsome expression, but his eyes were softer. Rolled up his sleeves, showing strong forearms, casually feeding wood into the old stove.
At dinner, he answered everything Grandma asked.
"Ever had a girlfriend, sweetie?"
"No."
"But our Savannah had one. Does that bother you?"
He put some eggplant in my plate. "Grandma says you love eggplant."
Then smiled slightly. "Doesn't bother me. She can teach me what she knows."
I nearly choked on my food.
Grandma was thrilled that whole meal.
All her ailments magically disappeared.
On the drive back, I showered him with praise.
"You're incredible. Like an Oscar-winner."
He raised an eyebrow but didn't respond.
Just stopped at a red light and asked: "Can we go to my place now? My grandpa's waiting."
I thought it was just weekend mutual aid.
But gradually, something felt off.
I hiccupped through my tears. "How?"
"My grandpa wants to see me settled before he dies."
That day I'd cried my contacts out, so everything was blurry.
"What do you think you are, Liam Cross? With his marriage-obsessed grandpa?"
I'd read online that Liam Cross was super devoted to family but refused to budge on marriage pressure.
"You got it right. I am Liam Cross."
I didn't buy it.
Secretly googled him.
Holy shit. Actually was Liam Cross.
Was he messing with me? A billionaire who can't find a girlfriend needs a fake one?
Unless he was... you know?
My expression must've been obvious.
He actually read my mind.
"Nothing wrong with me. Just haven't found the right person."
"I'm perfectly healthy, don't worry."
"Just mutual help. You can bail anytime you want."
The guy sounded so sincere.
Hard not to believe him.
Second time I brought a guy home, and it was Liam Cross.
Since he was fake anyway, I didn't care what he thought of my family situation.
Grandma wouldn't move, but she'd let me fix the place up a bit.
Still had stacks of cardboard cluttering the yard though.
Grandma was lying in bed looking miserable.
Started crying the second she saw me.
"Everything was fine—why didn't you get married?"
"My sweet girl is wonderful. How could nobody want you? It's my fault, I'm useless, picking trash and embarrasses people."
Grandma always blamed herself for everything.
"Don't worry, Grandma. Plenty of people want your sweet girl."
I pointed at my rent-a-boyfriend Liam.
"Grandma, meet my new boyfriend. What do you think?"
When we looked over, Grandma and I both froze.
This tall guy was bent over, efficiently collecting cardboard scraps.
Unfolded boxes, stepped on them with his expensive leather shoes to flatten them, tied them up with string, stacked them neatly in the corner.
Even organized Grandma's bottle collection while he was at it.
The whole scene was surreal.
Made me wonder—had this billionaire actually collected trash before?
Liam washed his hands and wiped down the counter.
Then stood respectfully in front of Grandma.
"Hello, Grandma. I'm Liam Cross, Savannah's new boyfriend."
"My grandpa collected scrap too when I was little. I think Savannah and I are a perfect match—better than her... ex."
That whole day was bizarre.
Grandma went from sickly to energetic like she'd taken miracle pills.
Cooking in the kitchen while chatting with Liam.
He kept that same calm, handsome expression, but his eyes were softer. Rolled up his sleeves, showing strong forearms, casually feeding wood into the old stove.
At dinner, he answered everything Grandma asked.
"Ever had a girlfriend, sweetie?"
"No."
"But our Savannah had one. Does that bother you?"
He put some eggplant in my plate. "Grandma says you love eggplant."
Then smiled slightly. "Doesn't bother me. She can teach me what she knows."
I nearly choked on my food.
Grandma was thrilled that whole meal.
All her ailments magically disappeared.
On the drive back, I showered him with praise.
"You're incredible. Like an Oscar-winner."
He raised an eyebrow but didn't respond.
Just stopped at a red light and asked: "Can we go to my place now? My grandpa's waiting."
I thought it was just weekend mutual aid.
But gradually, something felt off.
End of A Billion-Dollar Goodbye: Too Late for Second Chances, Mr. Ex Chapter 92. Continue reading Chapter 93 or return to A Billion-Dollar Goodbye: Too Late for Second Chances, Mr. Ex book page.