Sorry Sir I Don’t Want You Back by Little Angelic Devil

A while ago, while Hudson was in his car going to his office with Miles as his driver, a soft pink limited-edition car flew past him, and he saw Cherise as the driver.

Without thinking, he asked Miles to park the car so that he could watch her.

That was a five-in-the-world limited edition car, and he recognized the model even though the color was custom-made.

He looked up at the apartment and the car and sneered inwardly, thinking Julian was really spoiling his ex-wife.

Hudson thought he could also spoil Cherise that much, or even more if they had stayed married until he realized what he was thinking.

He shook his head to let go of the thought. What the hell was he thinking? He had never loved her, so why would he spoil her?

But with the way Julian spoiled her, was he really in love with her, then? The thought of them getting married sent rage coursing through his body. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. Had they slept together? That thought even made him more furious until he couldn't help but punch the front passenger headrest.

Miles, who was confused about why his boss asked him to park the car, suddenly jumped on his seat when he heard his boss punching the seat in front of him.

He braced himself to look into the rearview mirror, saw the rage in his boss' eyes, and shuddered to think whoever caused his boss to be this angry would be dead, and he prayed for the soon-be-be-lost soul.

He looked around their surroundings to see what could have caused his boss to be that angry, and he saw his previous Madam.

Was she the cause? But why? Didn't his boss prefer her to Emely after what he saw at the mansion? No matter what the reason was, Miles prayed for Cherise's life in his heart.

At the same time Miles saw a man in dark clothing hugging Cherise, Hudson saw it as well, and Miles swore he could hear his boss growling low as if he wanted to tear those two people away.

He began praying even harder for Cherise and whoever the man was. He didn't want his boss to ask him to find an assassin to kill Cherise. He wouldn't be able to do it.

Hudson's hawk eyes saw the man, and he knew instantly that he wasn't Logan or Julian. This man was shorter and had a leaner body.

He saw how that mysterious man kissed Cherise's face so many times and clung to her like a child. It looked like he was really close to her.

Hudson's finger, which had now always caressed the ring box, suddenly tightened around it, nearly crushing it from the force.

Julian, Logan, and now another man...

He didn't know his ex-wife was seeing many men. Logan and Julian were enough to enrage him, and now another man appeared. He didn't want to think of Cherise as a whore, but she had been acting like one. "Cherise," he growled low as if it was a threat and warning, but Miles heard the possessiveness in his boss' voice.

He wanted to tell his boss if he still wanted to be with his ex-wife, then he should pursue her, but he knew his boss might kill him, so he kept that thought to himself.

Hudson was about to open the car door and grab Cherise, dragging her to his car and asking her why she would let any man touch her or if she didn't care about her reputation, but then his phone rang before he could do any of those things, He looked at the screen and swiped to answer it.

"Mother," he answered without even bothering to hide his irritation.

"Is this how you should greet your mother?" Dahlia responded with the same annoyance.

Hudson ignored her question and answered with his own question while his eyes were still fixed on Cherise and whoever that man was.

"What do you want?" he asked his mother, too lazy to bother with small talk with her.

"Your engagement party with Emely will be held a month from now," Dahlia informed.

Hudson didn't reply, as his thoughts were more focused on Cherise and the way she didn't push that man away from her.

"Hudson, did you hear what I say?" Dahlia was getting more annoyed with her son's lack of response.

"Whatever," Hudson replied and hung up the phone, not caring about his engagement or even bothering to argue because he wanted nothing to do with his mother. Yes, he hated his mother that much.

His hand went to the car handle to open it, but he was a step too late. Then he saw the man place an arm around Cherise's shoulder, and they entered the building.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"Damn it!" he cussed and punched the front passenger seat again. He knew the security of the Regal Apartment would not let him in because he wasn't a resident there, and he couldn't follow Cherise inside.

He tightened his grip on the ring box and rolled down the car window, his rage pushing him to throw the box away. But when he wanted to swing his arm to throw the box, it stopped moving. "Fuck!" he cussed again, irritation and frustration built in his heart. He couldn't do it. Why couldn't he throw the ring box? Why did he pocket it everywhere he went now? He hated it.

He hated how a box of rings could make him indecisive.

He hated how his ex-wife now seemed to be able to influence his emotions.

He was Hudson Amery, the mighty CEO of the Amery Group. He should be cold and aloof, never losing his temper, especially for someone like Cherise.

All through their marriage, he was able to intimidate her, just like he was able to intimidate everyone else with just his presence.

Even though Cherise used to annoy him throughout their marriage, he never lost his temper because he could shut her up with just his cold smile and a pinch on the chin.

So now, why did everything about her infuriate him until he felt like he wanted to kill people? To kill all the men around her and even strangle her?

He ran his hand through his hand in vexation. Maybe he should pay more attention to Emely, just like he had promised his brother. Then maybe, just maybe, he could stop thinking about his ex-wife.

"Drive," he commanded Miles, who had been sitting stiffly behind the wheel, afraid his boss would lash out at him to release his anger.

When he heard the command, he let out a secret breath of relief and began driving. At least he was saved from his boss' wrath this time.

Meanwhile, Cherise, Tristan, and Katherine entered Cherise's penthouse, and Cherise gave them a tour of it.

"You have extra rooms. Maybe I should crash with you," Tristan said, looking around happily and poking his head into the guest rooms as if to decide which room he wanted to use.

"You want to be scolded by your agent?" Cherise asked.

"You want Cherise to be bullied by your fans?" Katherine asked at the same time.

"Why are you guys no fun?" Tristan whined, went back to the living room, and plopped onto one of the couches.

"If your fans know you are living with Cherise, she will be bullied," Katherine pointed out.

"That is because I'm too famous," Tristan whined again.

"Oh, please stop whining with such a smug sentence." Cherise rolled her eyes as she brought a bottle of wine and three glasses for them.

Tristan took off his cap and mask, showing his handsome face. He had shoulder-length dark hair and green eyes, and his face had just the right combination of the wildness of a bad boy and the gentleness of a prince charming. This was especially true since he was still in his 20s and looked young, unlike Logan, Julian, or Hudson, who all looked mature.

Cherise and Katherine couldn't help but stare at him and appreciate his beauty.

"Are you guys falling in love with me?" Tristan grinned, knowing how his look could affect women.

"Julian is much more handsome than you," Cherise deadpanned.

"Why can't you stroke my ego a little bit?" Tristan whined again.

"Quit whining," Cherise scolded him and added, "or maybe I should just record the way you behave when you are around me and post it on the internet for everyone to see." Katherine laughed and waved her phone. "I've done it."

"No!" Tristan was aghast and tried to take Katherine's phone away from her.

"It won't matter if you delete it from my phone," Katherine laughed and winked at him, teasing him, "It's been saved to my cloud."

"So you better stop acting like a whiny puppy," Cherise joined Katherine in teasing him.

"Okay, okay," Tristan, finally feeling defeated, slumped onto the couch. "I don't know why I even bothered to go against you two," he grumbled.

"You seem to forget Paula," Katherine winked again,

"Oh God," Tristan groaned. "Not her. I can't win against her alone."

His words made Katherine and Cherise laugh. No one could win against Paula; for someone like Tristan, Paula could just eat him alive.

"Alright, let's get down to business while we enjoy Cherise's expensive wine," Katherine smiled.

"Okay, okay," Tristan nodded furiously, excited to hear about how he would work with Cherise,

"It'll be a Cinderella-type of thing," Katherine told Tristan. "You will be the Prince Charming while Cherise will be the poor girl who turned into a princess for one night."

"We are really going to go with that idea?" Cherise asked in surprise,

"Of course," Katherine confirmed. "We'll start with the scene where you are crying because you are locked up in your room, unable to attend the ball. Then a fairy Godmother appears and does her magic on you."

"Cherise will be my princess?" Tristan asked, bouncing on his seat in excitement.

"Hush, this isn't about you," Cherise told him. "This will be about the jewelry collection - True Love,"

"Yes," Katherine said and explained. You will be wearing a ballgown, a mask, and jewelry from the True Love collection."

"Why does she need to wear a mask?" Tristan frowned. For him, Cherise was beautiful, and she should show her face. She might even become a star because of it.

"Because Cinderella needs to keep her identity a secret from her stepmom and stepsisters," Katherine reminded him.

"Oh yeah, you are right." Tristan nodded,

"And when the clock strikes midnight, Cherise will flee from the ball, but at that time, she was dancing with you," Katherine looked at Tristan and then at Cherise. "When you are leaving, he is still grabbing onto your hand, and instead of leaving a shoe, Tristan accidentally pulled your bangle, and the clasp opens up."

"Ohh... So then I'll be looking for the girl whose wrist fits the bangle," Tristan said, understanding the idea of the campaign,

"You are right," Katherine said. "Paula will be designing both of your clothes, so we'll meet her soon. Are you fine with the idea, Cherise?"

Cherise nodded. She thought it would be great, especially with Tristan being the Prince Charming. The Cinderella story might bring up fond memories to those whose childhood read about the book. With this campaign, they could attract older and younger generations.

"I love the idea." She smiled at Katherine. "And what about..."

The three of them spent the rest of the day discussing the campaign and making suggestions to improve it.

During lunchtime, Emely, trying to appear like a caring fiance, appeared in Hudson's office, bringing him a lunchbox. She wanted all the employees to begin respecting her as Hudson's wife, and also she was there to talk about the engagement party. "Hudson," she said softly as she pushed open the door to his office.

Hudson, who never liked to be disturbed without notice, looked up sharply at her, making Emely shrink in fear. When he realized it was Emely, he softened his gaze and motioned for her to sit.

"Please tell Miles the next time you come here, Emely," he informed her. "I don't like anyone entering my office without any notice."

"But I'm your fiance, Hudson, Emely responded softly.

Hudson looked at her for a long time without saying a word, making Emely shift in her seat

uncomfortably. Was it wrong for her to do so? Everyone knew she was his fiance. What would people think if she needed permission to enter his office?

As he silently watched her, Hudson thought that this was the right time to tell her about his feelings for her and discuss about their living arrangement. "Emely..." he began saying.