The Don Who Called Me Dirty, Begged Me Back Later Chapter 05

The Don Who Called Me Dirty, Begged Me Back Later Chapter 05

The rain poured over Rivermont all night. 

The next morning, Salvatore sat in the hospital, staring at the gray sky outside the window, frowning. Bianca had been frightened the night before, so he had stayed with her overnight. Only after the doctor confirmed the baby was fine did 

he relax. 

He glanced at his watch. Eight in the morning. 

At this hour, Elena would have had breakfast ready. Even his clothes for the day would be perfectly pressed. 

He pulled out his phone and dialed her number. 

“I am sorry, the number you have dialed is busy…” 

He tried three more times. Same result. 

Salvatore’s face darkened. “Still sulking,” he muttered coldly, tossing the phone on the table. He assumed Elena was just at home, nursing her anger. If he went home and gave her a little 

kindness, she would come crawling back like a 

stray. After all, she had no family left in this world. 

Where else could she go except the DeLucal 

family? 

Salvatore stood up and ordered his consigliere to 

handle Bianca’s discharge. He drove himself back 

to the villa. 

He pushed open the front door. The living room 

was silent. 

No aroma of food. No slender figure waiting for 

him. 

“Elena.” He changed his shoes and walked to the 

living room. No answer. 

He frowned and walked upstairs, pushing open the master bedroom door. The room was 

spotless. He walked to the walk–in closet and 

pulled open the doors. 

Elena’s side was empty. 

All her clothes, shoes, bags, even her skincare. 

products 

remained. 

gone. Only his expensive suits. 

Salvatore’s heart skipped a beat. He spun around 

and strode to the vanity. 

Three items sat neatly on the surface. 

A spare key to the villa. A pair of cufflinks he had 

been searching for. And a freshly reprinted divorce 

agreement. 

Signed: Elena Rossi. 

The handwriting cut deep into the page. 

Salvatore stared at the document. Irritation 

flickered in his eyes. “Playing this game twice is just boring.” 

He picked up the agreement, about to tear it up 

again, when his phone rang. 

It was his consigliere, his voice tense. “Don, we 

have a problem.” 

“The eastern district new energy project – the 

partner has suddenly requested a pause on all 

progress.” 

Salvatore’s eyes sharpened. “Why?” 

“They said Miss Elena was the one handling the 

project. Now that she has resigned, they do not 

trust the new team we sent.” 

Salvatore’s hand tightened around the phone. 

“What do you mean, she resigned?” 

“Yes, sir. Miss Elena submitted her resignation 

through the internal system last night.” The 

consigliere swallowed. His voice dropped even 

lower.

The rain poured over Rivermont all night. 

The next morning, Salvatore sat in the hospital, staring at the gray sky outside the window, frowning. Bianca had been frightened the night before, so he had stayed with her overnight. Only after the doctor confirmed the baby was fine did 

he relax. 

He glanced at his watch. Eight in the morning. 

At this hour, Elena would have had breakfast ready. Even his clothes for the day would be perfectly pressed. 

He pulled out his phone and dialed her number. 

“I am sorry, the number you have dialed is busy…” 

He tried three more times. Same result. 

Salvatore’s face darkened. “Still sulking,” he muttered coldly, tossing the phone on the table. He assumed Elena was just at home, nursing her anger. If he went home and gave her a little 

kindness, she would come crawling back like a 

stray. After all, she had no family left in this world. 

Where else could she go except the DeLucal 

family? 

Salvatore stood up and ordered his consigliere to 

handle Bianca’s discharge. He drove himself back 

to the villa. 

He pushed open the front door. The living room 

was silent. 

No aroma of food. No slender figure waiting for 

him. 

“Elena.” He changed his shoes and walked to the 

living room. No answer. 

He frowned and walked upstairs, pushing open the master bedroom door. The room was 

spotless. He walked to the walk–in closet and 

pulled open the doors. 

Elena’s side was empty. 

All her clothes, shoes, bags, even her skincare. 

products 

remained. 

gone. Only his expensive suits. 

Salvatore’s heart skipped a beat. He spun around 

and strode to the vanity. 

Three items sat neatly on the surface. 

A spare key to the villa. A pair of cufflinks he had 

been searching for. And a freshly reprinted divorce 

agreement. 

Signed: Elena Rossi. 

The handwriting cut deep into the page. 

Salvatore stared at the document. Irritation 

flickered in his eyes. “Playing this game twice is just boring.” 

He picked up the agreement, about to tear it up 

again, when his phone rang. 

It was his consigliere, his voice tense. “Don, we 

have a problem.” 

“The eastern district new energy project – the 

partner has suddenly requested a pause on all 

progress.” 

Salvatore’s eyes sharpened. “Why?” 

“They said Miss Elena was the one handling the 

project. Now that she has resigned, they do not 

trust the new team we sent.” 

Salvatore’s hand tightened around the phone. 

“What do you mean, she resigned?” 

“Yes, sir. Miss Elena submitted her resignation 

through the internal system last night.” The 

consigliere swallowed. His voice dropped even 

lower.