Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband

Chapter 50 BLAIRE The car continued its relentless course through unfamiliar streets, my apprehension growing with each passing moment. The image of Blaze alone in the hospital bed haunted my thoughts. “Stop the car. I’ll just call your boss and talk to him. I can’t meet him right now,” I insisted, a desperate plea to regain control of the situation. “I’m sorry, ma’am. But I have orders. And Mr. Foster ordered me to bring you to him,” the driver responded with unwavering determination, emphasizing the authority behind the directive. It didn’t take long before we reached our destination. And as I expected, the car stopped in front of Sebastian’s hotel. I was planning to call him about our meeting, but it completely slipped my mind. I was too busy taking care of Blaze, and I forgot to ask him to reschedule our appointment. As we got inside the hotel, my heart echoed with each beat, a resounding reminder of the unpredictable circumstances that led me to this point. “This way, ma’am,” the man guiding me spoke, his steps resonating in tandem with my anxious pulse. We entered the elevator, and with each passing floor, the anticipation intensified. The silence within the confined space mirrored the unspoken tension, amplifying the gravity of the impending conversation with Sebastian. The elevator’s ascent mirrored the rise of tension within me, each floor bringing me closer to a meeting that held both uncertainty and potential consequences. The silence between us in the confined space accentuated the unspoken weight of the situation. As the elevator doors opened on the designated floor, the man led me down a corridor to a door marked with the hotel’s insignia. He knocked, announcing our arrival, and then opened the door to reveal Sebastian Foster’s presence. “Miss Banks, thank you for joining us,” Sebastian greeted with a measured tone, his eyes. betraying a blend of curiosity and scrutiny. The room, adorned in understated elegance, became the setting for a dialogue that would unfold

against the backdrop of unforeseen circumstances. The stage was set for a conversation that held the potential to alter the course of my life and, by extension, Blaze’s fate. “You’ve got it all wrong, Sebastian. There’s been a misunderstanding. I didn’t intend to

1/4 Chapter 50 miss our scheduled meeting “Really? Please, do tell be answered. It’s obvious that he wasn’t buying my explanation. I tried to come up with something, but it seemed like his enigmatic presence was so strong that I couldn’t come up with anything. I can’t tell him about Blaze, so I have to think of any reason T-I had an upset stomach. I couldn’t leave my hotel room. I fabricated, attempting to salvare the situation. “Is that so? Yet, my men reported seeing you coming out of a coffee shop.” he countered, his response revealing that my attempt to deceive him had faltered. A gulp escaped me, a tangible manifestation of the sinking feeling that he saw through my lie. The delicate dance of deception now hung in the balance as I confronted the consequences of my words. Sebastian’s gaze remained steady, unwavering in the face of my faltering deception. The air thickened with tension as I grappled with the repercussions of my words. “I-I can explain. I was feeling unwell, and I thought a cup of coffee might help.” I stammered, my attempt to clarify only emphasizing the fragility of my excuse. Sebastian leaned back, studying me with a discerning gaze. “Blaire, you, of all people, know how much I despise liars. His words hung in the air, underscoring the importance of transparency in our interactions. The weight of his disapproval settled. on me, and I felt a palpable tension, realizing that the foundation of trust had been strained. “Maybe I have been too lenient towards you. Perhaps I should remind you why you are here,” he added. A chill crept over my skin, an intangible presence that seemed to emanate from Sebastian’s distant

figure. Though no windows were open, the room felt colder, perhaps. a reflection of the frostiness that had settled between us. His measured movements captivated my attention, from placing the glass of whiskey on the bedside table to traversing the room. Each step carried an unspoken weight, and my gaze tracked his every move with a sense of anticipation, uncertain of the direction this encounter would take. The room itself seemed to hold its breath, as if aware of the tension unfolding within its confines. My heart started beating rapidly when I saw him grab a handcuff from the drawer. I immediately took a step back as he slowly made his way towards me. “W-What are you planning to do with that?” I asked as my eyes widened in shock. “You can’t run away from me, Blaire, he murmured with his usual cold and baritone 09:14 MO Chapter 30 voice. “I’m not planning to runaway, Sebastian. You have to believe me!” I insisted as I continued to step back when he’s slowly getting closer to me. I was startled when my back eventually hit the wall, indicating that I already had nowhere to go. I turned around to a minute, hoping I could find a place to get away from him. But when I turned my head towards him, he was already standing right in front of me, only inches away each other, I gasped for air when he suddenly slammed me against the wall. He then grabbed both of my wrists and pinned it above my head. “W-What are you doing? Y-You can’t do this, Sebastian!” I tried to resist. But his large frame pressing against my b*dy is preventing me from doing so. “I can’t?” He smirked before he slowly lowered his head until they were inches away from each other. “Watch me,” he whispered, his breath brushing against my face. My breath caught as he continued fastening the handcuffs around my wrists. Relief washed over me when he finally stepped back, putting a tangible distance between us. “This is illegal detention! I can sue you!” I exclaimed, defiance lacing my words.

“I’d like to see you try,” he smirked, the curve of his lips holding a hint of amusement. that sent a shiver down my spine. The room seemed to close in, a confined space amplifying the intensity of our confrontation. The room echoed with the sharp sound of the door locking behind him. Alone, I assessed the severity of my situation, handcuffed and at the mercy of circumstances. beyond my control. Sebastian approached, his gaze fixed on me. “You had choices, Blaire. You could have been honest, but instead, you chose to lie to me.” “Please, Sebastian, you have to let me go!” I pleaded. “I promise I’ll be back tomorrow night. Just give me enough time.” “Enough time for what, Blaire? Enough time to run away with your boyfriend?” His words struck me, leaving me momentarily stunned. I shook my head as I regained my composure. “No, I’m not!” The room’s tension intensified, hanging thick in the air, as our exchange became a battleground of conflicting emotions and unresolved history. Sebastian’s piercing gaze held mine, his scepticism evident. The weight of his suspicion bore down on me, and I searched for words to bridge the growing chasm between us. 09.14 MOIL Chapter 50 “I’m not running away with anyone,” I asserted, desperation seeping into my voice. “Please, I’m begging you. I need to leave.” A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face, and for a moment, it seemed as though he was grappling with a decision that extended beyond our tangled past. “Is he that important to you that you have to beg just to see him?” Sebastian’s words cut through the air, carrying an undercurrent of bitterness. I wanted to believe it was pain that quickly spread across his face, but the weight of our shared history cast doubt on the sincerity of his emotions. The lingering wounds. between us formed an unspoken barrier, leaving me uncertain about the true motivations behind his actions. The silence hung heavy in the room, and Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

en, unexpectedly, Sebastian released a heavy sigh. “Fine, Blaire. I’ll give you until tomorrow night, but you better keep your promise. If you’re not back by then, don’t expect any mercy.” Relief washed over me, but I knew I was merely granted a temporary reprieve. The gravity of my situation remained, and as I left his presence, the shadow of uncertainty loomed, casting a pall over the fleeting sense of freedom. SEND GIFT COMMENT 0