After being reborn, I make up my mind to stop chasing after my husband and daughter

Chapter 133

The move hit Tracy like a slap. Her eyes flashed crimson; she spun on her heel and herded the rest of the executives toward the elevator bank, jabbing the call button like it owed her money.

“Babe, put me down–I can walk,” I insisted, trying to sound brave.

Jared’s jaw stayed locked. “Quit the hero act. You’re hurt, so behave.”

“It’s really nothing. Only a quick stretch.” I’d never twisted anything to begin with.

“Mm.” Noncommittal, Classic Jared.

The next elevator dinged open. He carried me in. My cheeks went hot. This wasn’t a rom–com–getting bridal–carried through a Marriott felt ridiculous in real life.

“Let me stand. Just hold my arm,” I whispered, wriggling. He relented and lowered me gently, then anchored one big hand around my elbow,

I limped into the private dining room at half–speed, Jared glued to my side.

Tracy was out in the hallway, phone to her ear, voice sharp enough to slice bread. Couldn’t tell who was on the other end, but whoever it was, they were getting flambéed.

“Didn’t know Ms. Darwin had

glanced back, shrugged. “Guess somebody pushed her

my stomach. Does he think I’m

swapped the scowl for a smile that could sell perfume–confident,

seconds, her gaze flicked to Jared, wounded–puppy eyes

the performance with the detachment of a bored movie critic. You used to ignore

that lasts.

honest: Tracy’s family tree had bigger branches than mine. But she was still shopping

some fifty–year–old sugar daddy. She wanted the fairy

already married me,

genuinely adore Yvonne. Last time around, she quietly terminated

how much Jared adored his daughter, and she played the long game

my own family tree, the roots are soaked in straight–up

figured that rumor about them not caring about sons was just a rumor. Then I

blinked.

Yvonne was absolute. When she was little, he’d fly home between meetings just to