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

Chapter 553

Chapter 553

I rolled down the car window, letting the cold wind rush in, clearing my head.

Edward’s voice, laced with danger, drifted over. I turned to look at him.

Our eyes met–his gaze was deep and impossible to read.

The wind whipped my hair around, the cold biting through me, and I quickly rolled the window back

up.

“Are you that scared?” Edward asked, his voice softening as he noticed the panic on my face.

“Between the Chamberlains and the Jennings, who holds more power?” I asked, my mind clearing.

Edward chuckled softly, looking at me with amusement. “Worried I can’t keep you safe?”

I didn’t try to act tough. I nodded. “I’m just seeing Ryan. The Chamberlains have no reason to come

after me.”

Edward looked out the window, his voice low. “Fairness is only for a select few. You don’t actually believe it applies to you, do you?”

My heart clenched painfully. I really was too naive after all.

“Was the engagement between Ryan and Miss Chamberlain set up before I showed up, or did this just come up recently?” I asked, my nerves getting the better of me.

anything. “They never brought it up before–just talked about it a few days ago.

chest. As long as Ryan didn’t know,

and still came after me, then it’d

starting to make waves. The Jennings family needs to back someone fresh, and

blinked, thinking, ‘So Ryan’s really headed down a pretty

kind of person do you think Ryan is?” Edward asked,

pure and naive, his eyes clear as day, and other times, he’s all scheming and deep, like a

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inside.

pretty easy to get along

you,” Edward snorted. “He’s not

his birthday when Isabelle went after me—Ryan suddenly snapped, and Isabelle was so upset

he actually like Miss Chamberlain?” I asked, a

his

so?”

face and shut down my rising hope. “Not liking her doesn’t

voice heavy with

future for us.”

“Yeah, right,” Edward sneered.

look that said ‘believe it or not, I don’t care,‘ tucking

seemed lost in thought, his mood sour, lips pressed into a thin

it was time