Fled With CEO’s Twin Babies

Chapter 15

Chapter 15 You Owe Me This Slap in the Face

He didn’t believe that Mia could have any real feelings for David. It was all about money to him.

Looking at Joe, just as he used to be, Mia suddenly laughed out loud, “Ten billion dollars, do you have it?”

Joe put down the pen in his hand and frowned at Mia.

Even without saying a word, Mia understood his meaning, don’t be ungrateful.

If it were in the past, Mia would have become nervous because of his expression, but now she had no such concerns.

“Five years, and you haven’t improved, Mr. Smith. What can you do besides throwing money around?” Mia sneered, standing up.

In the quiet villa, the two faced each other across the coffee table, and the atmosphere became tense for a moment.

Joe looked at Mia, who was at swords’ points with him and felt a strange feeling welling up in his heart as if only this version of her was the real one.

“Do you like David?”

Joe looked at Mia indifferently and his eyes were sharp without any concealment.

The Smith and Johnson Families were not quite on good terms, and he would not allow Mia to have anything to do with the Johnsons.

Especially since Mia was the one who had escaped his control.

Mia was enraged by his attitude and scoffed, “What if I do? At least David knows what respect means.”

She was about to leave, but Joe, his face gloomy, grabbed her.

Mia swatted his hand away, glaring at him, “What are you trying to do?”

Anger overwhelmed Joe’s reason. He could not accept Mia escaping his control time and time again, and he certainly would not allow her to tell him she loved another man to his face!

“David is a playboy. Don’t you even care about that?” Joe stared into Mia’s eyes.

The two were very close, and Mia could even feel his warm breath.

Joe could also feel Mia’s graceful body. In this familiar villa, memories from five years ago seemed to flood back into his mind.

Mia’s face turned red with anger, glaring at Joe, “We’re already

divorced! Even if I marry David tomorrow, I…”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence, as Joe suddenly kissed her, sealing those explosive words.

Slap!

A clear slap interrupted the romantic atmosphere. Joe’s left cheek stung, and Mia had already struggled out of his embrace.

“This slap is what I should have given you years ago, but back then I must have been out of my mind to put up with you,” Mia said, her eyes red with anger. Joe’s actions had reminded her of the past, making her even more furious.

For the first time in his life, someone had dared to slap him.

His face turned dark, and he stared at Mia, emotions roiling in his eyes.

Mia glared back, undaunted, “Whatever reason you had for bringing me here, Mr. Smith, I hope it’s the last time.” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her eyes had been red just a moment ago, but Mia quickly collected herself and looked indifferently at Joe.

“You’re about to have a wife and children. I’m not your outlet for venting emotions anymore. Don’t come looking for me again.”

Joe suddenly loosened his tie, revealing a predatory smile, “Mia, no one can escape my control.”

Mia had no intention of engaging in a verbal battle with him.

She stepped sharply on his foot with her high heel and escaped, even remembering to grab the car keys from the table.

After leaving the villa area and driving away, Mia finally exhaled deeply.

Joe Smith, he’s still the same jerk!

She abandoned the car in a bustling shopping mall’s parking lot and called her driver, instructing him to return the car keys to the Smith family tomorrow.

After returning to her apartment, Mia, feeling thoroughly exhausted, washed up quickly and fell into a deep sleep.

She slept until the next morning.

Mia was finally awakened by a video call ringtone.

“Hello?”

“Mommy is a sleepyhead; you’re still in bed!” a childish voice squealed, immediately waking Mia up.

A gentle smile spread across her lips, “Why haven’t you guys. gone to bed yet?”

Lazily sitting up, Mia glanced at the time. It was evening in Dynastica. Without thinking, she knew that the two little devils must have insisted on calling her, delaying their bedtime.

Anna’s soft-face puffed up as she looked at the screen with teary eyes, “Mommy, when will we see you? I miss you so much!”