Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 11

CHAPTER 011

ADRIAN’S POV

As Dora made her way toward me, my grip on my glass tightened slightly. Her confidence was as sharp as ever, her hips swaying with practiced ease, drawing more than a few lingering glances from the men in the restaurant. But I wasn’t one of them. At least, that’s what I told myself.

James smirked, barely hiding his amusement. “And here she comes”

I said nothing, merely swirling the dark liquid in my glass as she finally reached our table. Dora stopped just beside me, resting a manicured hand on the back of the chair across from mine.

“Adrian,” she greeted, her voice smooth like silk but laced with something more… something calculated.

“Dora,” I replied, matching her tone.

James, ever the spectator, leaned back in his chair, watching the interaction unfold with the same interest one might have in a high–stakes poker game.

Dora’s gaze flicked to the extravagant spread on the table. “Quite the feast,” she remarked, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “Expecting more company?”

I smirked. “You know I don’t like to share.”

She chuckled lightly, but there was no humor in it. She finally pulled out the chair and took a seat without an invitation, her eyes locked on mine.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight,” she said.

“Neither was I,” I countered. “But here we are.”

James cleared his throat dramatically and patted his pockets. “I think I forgot my wallet in the car,” he said suddenly, standing up.

We both knew he was lying – James never forgot anything. But he wanted to give Dora and me some space, and I wasn’t going to stop him.

Dora flashed him a knowing smile as he walked away, leaving us alone.

The waiters had just finished setting up all the dishes, and my focus shifted back to

my meal. I picked up the napkin beside me, tucked it into my collar, and took my knife, slicing through the golden brown grilled chicken with precision.

“May I?” Dora asked, gesturing toward the food.

“Help yourself,” I replied, dabbing the corners of my mouth with my napkin before returning to my plate./

I watched as she delicately placed a small piece of chicken into her mouth. Her

expression changed instantly – her eyes lit up with, pleasure, and she let out a soft,

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appreciative hum.

This is why this is my favorite restaurant I remarked.

She swallowed, nodding slightly. “I can see why.”

For a moment, we ate in silence. It was a strange kind of peace one that felt like it could shatter at any second. And, of course, it did.

Dora placed her utensils down carefully, folding her hands in front of her as she fixed me with an unreadable gaze.

“I feel like there’s a bit of tension between us,” she said.

you did.”

I glanced up from my plate, raising a brow. “Oh? And why do you say that?”

She sighed. “Seriously? You’ve been avoiding my texts and calls, Adrian.”

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