Married by Accident, Taming the Billionaire novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Play Hard to Get?

"What expression did you just make? What was so funny?"

Remington held her down somehow, feeling that they hadn't finished their conversation.

Cecelia didn't have time to waste with him and frowned. "What's wrong with laughing? Don't you think you're boring? If you don't let go, don't blame me for being rude!"

Exactly at that moment, someone else arrived and hurried into the next stall.

Soon, Cecelia and Remington both realized that something seemed off.

There were voices of a man and a woman.

They were actually having sex in the stall.

Upon realizing what they were doing, Remington felt a sudden sense of agitation, and Cecelia was extremely embarrassed.

"I have to leave this place right now," thought Cecelia.

She pushed the man away and was determined to leave, but as soon as she turned around, she noticed an embarrassing problem.

The front of her dress was covered with a layer of hollow lace fabric, which happened to be hooked onto the gemstone cufflink on Remington's suit at the moment.

As she walked away, she took his arm with her.

Remington had to pull her back again.

"Are you playing hard to get?"

He gritted his teeth sightly.

Cecelia bit her bottom lip and glanced at Remington, thinking, "Bullshit! When did I ever play hard to get?"

Remington's eyes were dark and unfathomable as he stared daggers at her.

If eyes could kill, Cecelia would have died a thousand times over.

Remington thought to himself, "She's really good at playing tricks. Hmph! She tries to fool me again and again. She's really excellent in playing hard to get."

Cecelia furrowed her brows even more and could only grit her teeth to untangle the tangled parts.

Remington gazed down, but when he saw something he shouldn't have seen, he quickly looked away, thinking, "Hmph! I'm sure that she just meant it."

The more Cecelia tried to untangle it, the tighter the knot became. She couldn't find a way to undo it, so in the end, she had to muster up the courage to tear apart the lacy fabric.

Finally, she could free herself from Remington. She left without looking back.

Remington was left standing alone, staring down at the piece of lace fabric hanging from his cufflink.

He wondered, "She left just after tearing off the fabric? Then would she potentially expose herself at any moment?

Remington snapped back to reality and quickly stuffed the lace fabric into his sleeve before chasing after her.

But Cecelia was already nowhere to be seen.

The thought of many men drooling over her made Remington's blood boil.

She was his ex-wife, after all. How could he let other men take advantage of her?

Hence, Remington picked up the phone and dialed Fredric's number. "Prepare a dress. Size...."

Fredric was left bewildered and thought, "Why did Mr. Nelson suddenly need to prepare a dress? Who is it for?"

Just when Remington was planning to go to the banquet hall, he heard a woman's voice behind him.

"Cecelia is not in the ladies' restroom. I don't know if she's doing something secretive."

"Who cares! As long as she comes back later, we'll teach her a good lesson! Let's drug her and embarrass her in front of the whole school!"

"Great idea!"

Remington turned around and saw Ophelia and another woman walking away in the opposite direction.

His eye turned cold after he heard their conversation.

...

After searching around, Cecelia still failed to find the suspicious figure she was looking for and had to return to the private room.

The dinner party in the private room was still going on, and someone was improvising on stage with a microphone.

When Cecelia returned to her seat, Ariella asked her, "Cece, why were you gone for so long?"

"I just went to attend to something private," responded Cecelia.

"You haven't had anything yet. Hurry up and grab something to eat!"

As soon as Ariella finished speaking, someone called out to her, "Ariella, it's your turn."