Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 20: Chapter 20
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"Arnold, why is Paisley here? You rushed out so urgently just now—was it because of her?"
Victoria's voice carried suppressed questioning, with a woman's instinctive sharpness.
I turned to look at Arnold, my expression changing as I immediately smiled and linked my arm with his, raising an eyebrow with a smile: "So Miss Hayes is here too. It's all my fault—if I had known you were here, I wouldn't have come with Arnold."
Arnold raised an eyebrow, looking at my sudden transformation.
He definitely noticed I was deliberately trying to provoke someone—I didn't care about this misunderstanding at all, I just wanted to disgust Victoria.
He should have pushed me away.
But to my surprise, he didn't.
Instead, he just stood there cooperatively, letting me lean against him, letting me smile like a fox.
I knew Victoria must be furious.
Sure enough, her face turned green.
She hadn't expected that Arnold had rushed out so urgently for me.
He had even brought me back to the hotel!
She tried to suppress the breakdown on her face but still couldn't control herself as she stepped forward to push me.
I released Arnold in time and dodged to the side.
She missed me and nearly fell flat on her face.
She turned to look at me, her eyes wishing they could tear me to pieces.
I looked at her with raised eyebrows, smiling even more wickedly.
Angry?
Of course she was angry.
I had been tormented by her like this back then—now it was her turn to taste that feeling.
Victoria's eyes were red as she looked at Arnold pitifully: "Arnold, what's going on with her?"
I could see that Arnold had been watching me the whole time.
He stared at my smug little expression without any disgust—instead, there seemed to be a hint of... suppressed amusement in his eyes?
Victoria was getting frantic: "Arnold!"
He finally looked away from me to her: "Just found her. Grandfather wants to see her—she'll come back to New York with us."
My heart shook.
He had not only found me but planned to take me back with him?
Arnold looked at me again: "You'll stay here tonight."
I raised an eyebrow, continuing my act: "Am I sleeping with you?"
I thought he would definitely refuse—I just wanted to take the opportunity to hurt Victoria again.
But he looked at me and said lightly: "That's fine."
I froze.
What?
He actually agreed?
I stood there in a daze, completely unexpected that he would play along.
Seeing me not move, Arnold laughed coldly: "Lost your nerve?"
He was staying in the presidential suite with plenty of rooms.
I was very familiar with this layout, so I directly chose the most secluded room that was least likely to be disturbed, walked straight in, and closed the door behind me.
He watched me enter that room and actually smiled.
Victoria stood there, her eyes already venomously murderous.
She clenched her fists tightly, grinding her teeth in hatred.
Paisley!
Bitch!
After five years, you still won't give up?
Still want to come back and steal Arnold?
She cursed frantically in her heart: Why don't you just die?!
As soon as I entered the room, all my strength was suddenly drained.
Leaning against the door, I slowly crouched down, my eyes stinging.
I had noticed when I came in—downstairs and at the entrance were all Arnold's people.
I couldn't escape.
Although I had put on a good show in the car earlier and temporarily covered up about the children, I knew those three children must be worried sick right now.
I quickly took out my phone, wanting to call them to let them know I was safe.
But when I pressed the power button—
The phone was dead, already automatically shut off.
I disappointedly placed the phone on the bedside table, covering my face with both hands, feeling suffocated.
They must be so anxious right now...
Suddenly, the lights flickered—
The entire room plunged into darkness.
I looked up.
A power outage?
Victoria's voice carried suppressed questioning, with a woman's instinctive sharpness.
I turned to look at Arnold, my expression changing as I immediately smiled and linked my arm with his, raising an eyebrow with a smile: "So Miss Hayes is here too. It's all my fault—if I had known you were here, I wouldn't have come with Arnold."
Arnold raised an eyebrow, looking at my sudden transformation.
He definitely noticed I was deliberately trying to provoke someone—I didn't care about this misunderstanding at all, I just wanted to disgust Victoria.
He should have pushed me away.
But to my surprise, he didn't.
Instead, he just stood there cooperatively, letting me lean against him, letting me smile like a fox.
I knew Victoria must be furious.
Sure enough, her face turned green.
She hadn't expected that Arnold had rushed out so urgently for me.
He had even brought me back to the hotel!
She tried to suppress the breakdown on her face but still couldn't control herself as she stepped forward to push me.
I released Arnold in time and dodged to the side.
She missed me and nearly fell flat on her face.
She turned to look at me, her eyes wishing they could tear me to pieces.
I looked at her with raised eyebrows, smiling even more wickedly.
Angry?
Of course she was angry.
I had been tormented by her like this back then—now it was her turn to taste that feeling.
Victoria's eyes were red as she looked at Arnold pitifully: "Arnold, what's going on with her?"
I could see that Arnold had been watching me the whole time.
He stared at my smug little expression without any disgust—instead, there seemed to be a hint of... suppressed amusement in his eyes?
Victoria was getting frantic: "Arnold!"
He finally looked away from me to her: "Just found her. Grandfather wants to see her—she'll come back to New York with us."
My heart shook.
He had not only found me but planned to take me back with him?
Arnold looked at me again: "You'll stay here tonight."
I raised an eyebrow, continuing my act: "Am I sleeping with you?"
I thought he would definitely refuse—I just wanted to take the opportunity to hurt Victoria again.
But he looked at me and said lightly: "That's fine."
I froze.
What?
He actually agreed?
I stood there in a daze, completely unexpected that he would play along.
Seeing me not move, Arnold laughed coldly: "Lost your nerve?"
He was staying in the presidential suite with plenty of rooms.
I was very familiar with this layout, so I directly chose the most secluded room that was least likely to be disturbed, walked straight in, and closed the door behind me.
He watched me enter that room and actually smiled.
Victoria stood there, her eyes already venomously murderous.
She clenched her fists tightly, grinding her teeth in hatred.
Paisley!
Bitch!
After five years, you still won't give up?
Still want to come back and steal Arnold?
She cursed frantically in her heart: Why don't you just die?!
As soon as I entered the room, all my strength was suddenly drained.
Leaning against the door, I slowly crouched down, my eyes stinging.
I had noticed when I came in—downstairs and at the entrance were all Arnold's people.
I couldn't escape.
Although I had put on a good show in the car earlier and temporarily covered up about the children, I knew those three children must be worried sick right now.
I quickly took out my phone, wanting to call them to let them know I was safe.
But when I pressed the power button—
The phone was dead, already automatically shut off.
I disappointedly placed the phone on the bedside table, covering my face with both hands, feeling suffocated.
They must be so anxious right now...
Suddenly, the lights flickered—
The entire room plunged into darkness.
I looked up.
A power outage?
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