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

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Chapter 471

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Remembering a time in my previous life when I gave Yvonne a piggyback ride while wearing high heels, and ended up spraining my ankle–it swelled up like a steamed bun. I spent half the night stuck in bed, and Yvonne kept complaining because I couldn’t get her there on time.

I decided to step back. Let Jared do the heavy lifting this time.

It was late, and there was hardly anyone around. We headed for the elevator together, and the only thing you could hear was our footsteps.

Jared was walking slower than usual. When I glanced back at him, the city lights flickered in his eyes as he gazed at me, his look deep and lingering.

A cold, mocking thought crossed my mind-‘Is this just how men are? Always chasing after what they can’t have, never able to let it go.’

Back in the living room, Jared gently laid Yvonne down on the bed. She didn’t even stir, just rolled over and kept sleeping.

I stood in the living room as Jared walked out of the bedroom, but he didn’t leave right away.

to look at him and urged, “It’s late. You should head

I changed my shoes, I was still a whole head shorter than him. He towered over me, looking

too well–that rare, almost condescending gaze he used to give me in my previous life, only on

what he wanted and decided to

“Just how many more surprises are you hiding from

he talking about?‘ I blinked in confusion.

Jared reached out, his strong, defined fingers gently tracing my cheek. “You know, at the press conference today, you were like something glowing–so dazzling I couldn’t look away. I

and there was a

seemed to amplify every emotion. ‘Does he really think that tossing out a few seductive lines in the dark is enough to get

coolly. “Oh really? Mr. Holcomb, are you

His face fell. “My feelings for

someone else.” I said it coldly, then turned to head into the kitchen for

all the lights in the living room and kitchen, plunging us into

black. In the shadows, his arms–like iron bands–wrapped around me from behind, holding me tight. His voice was a low,

still in the bedroom, and he was pulling this kind

tell me how can I get things

my movements quiet, not wanting Yvonne to

time around, I’m going to be a

to get mad,” I warned him in a low voice, trying to keep my

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