Secretly The Billionaire Boss

Chapter 579: Hideous “Avery” Grey muttered, and tried to push away but Avery persisted.

“Avery!” Grey called again, finally pushing Avery away. A frown was firmly on his face. “What are you doing?” Avery scoffed. “Tell me you didn't want that as much as I do?” Grey scoffed. “Is that why you called me?” “No!” Avery responded, turned away, and got out of the car.

Grey released a relief sign and got down as well. He followed Avery inside the house. The house wasn't only big on the outside but also the inside. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The furniture was exquisite.

“I just need to ask some questions. You are acting strange,” Grey said suddenly just as Avery was about to walk out of "the living room.

Avery didn't reply, instead, she stepped out. : Grey released a frustrated sigh. There was really something off with Avery.

Grey wondered what was going on in her head.

The kiss from earlier...

He felt like things were falling in bad places. Could Avery have regained her memory? Does she remember things now? : “Are you curious as to how I got this watch?” She asked suddenly, jerking Grey out of his thoughts.

He turned to look at her.

“Avery,” he called softly.

Avery was holding the watch in her hand and moving towards him.

“But it won't come so easily. You will have to answer some of my questions.” Grey sighed again. “What do you want to know? I told you everything already.” Avery shook her head briefly. “No, not all. And well, there's no need to rush.

We have the whole night to ourselves.” Grey was confused. “The whole night?” Avery managed a smile and stopped in front of Grey. They were so close, only

a hairbreadth away. Avery just needed to get on her toes and she would be kissing him again.

“You are a mafia boss, right? That's why you told me not to go to the party, right?” Grey sighed. “So?” Avery gathered her brows amazingly.

“Really?” She looked shocked.

Grey ignored her expression. “What more do you want to know?” Avery swallowed harder. “Why are you staying away from me?” “Seriously, Avery?” “I'want to know!” Avery announced loudly. “T want to know why you don't want me close. What have I ever done to deserve that? Did I do something

wrong?” Grey was shocked at her outburst.

However, not surprised because this wasn't the first time she would be "making such outbursts.

“Sincerely,” Avery looked away quickly, then made some rumble of laughter. “I know you have feelings for me,” she announced and looked at Grey again. “You can't deny it.” Grey swallowed hard. “Don't make this hard, Avery.” “No, Grey. You will have to talk. We will have to settle this and open a new page or you are not leaving here with your watch,” she said seriously, with determination oozing in her eyes. “1 won't leave you alone, Grey if you don't tell me something.”

Grey thought about it. Avery wasn't aware of what was still at stake. He had to protect her at all costs.

He clenched his teeth. “There's nothing to say, Avery. Maybe we developed feelings for each other but that's it. There's nothing else to know,” he said, half lying.

Avery nodded and turned away again.

She moved to the bar and grabbed a bottle of champagne, with a cup.

“It's ok. I understand.” Grey released a relieved sigh. At least, Avery was going to back out this time.

“So, may I know how you got the watch?” Avery poured the contents of the champagne into the cup and gulped it

| in one go.

“There's always this missing memory I've been having,” she started suddenly. “I've been trying so hard to remember but it's so difficult. It's like I have a hole in my head,” she confessed and drank more of the champagne.

“Avery, you are an ambitious woman.

You should always look forward. A missing memory should not push you back. You have a wing to fly, you should.” Avery looked up at him again, a smile dancing on his face. “And why are you always pulling back? Do you have a girlfriend?” Grey hesitated briefly. “Yes, I do. Why don't we just talk about the watch?”

She nodded several times, placed the watch on the table, and slowly pushed it to Grey. ~— “I took it from Dylan Vladimir.” Grey gathered his brows amazingly.

“Dylan?” Avery nodded once. “He's one of my business associates. He met me one evening and while we were talking, he said he knew you. And then I realised | he's also a mafia boss.” “Avery” Grey called, fear entering his features.

If it was the same Dylan Vladimir, then there is definitely a serious problem knocking at their door. :