After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 151

“All he’s ever wanted was to get into the Sinclair family, and now that Renee can’t live without him, he just took off like this?” Charles said.

“Yeah, we managed to get his flight info,” one of the staff replied.

“Check with the airport, see if he really boarded,” Charles demanded.

“Already checked. Blake Alston did board the plane,” the staff reported.

Charles rubbed his temples, suspicion gnawing at him–did something serious just pop up for Blake out of the blue?

Just then, May called again.

“Charles, any progress catching him? Blake sure knows how to play games, huh? Pulling a disappearing act just to get us to treat him nicer. And now, with Renee so dependent on him, I bet he’ll be asking for the moon any minute!” May said.

Charles had thought exactly that at first, but now that Blake really was gone, he started to doubt whether it was all just a scheme.

May was still ranting on the phone, and Charles suddenly heard a loud crash coming from upstairs.

“Just get Blake back within half an hour, no matter what it takes. Whatever he asks for, we’ll give it to him,” May urged.

Money’s never been a problem for us anyway.

“Mom, Blake’s already left the country,” Charles said.

May sounded incredulous, almost mocking, “He just left the country? Didn’t bother to say a word to us?”

She’d thought Charles was kidding, but he wouldn’t joke at a moment like this.

May’s voice suddenly took on a worried edge. “So what do we do? Renee only wants Blake.”

Charles sighed, rubbing his temples. “If we really can’t find him, maybe we should get a psychologist over

here.”

There wasn’t much else they could do, anyway.

The Sinclair family wasted no time calling in a psychologist, but as soon as Renee realized Blake wasn’t there, she went wild–screaming, curling up on her bed, hurling pillows, smashing whatever she could grab, and more than once threatening to throw herself out the window. The whole house was thrown into chaos by her breakdown.

May tried to hold her back, but ended up with several scratches on her arm for her trouble.

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Renee tuned out everyone else, just crying out for Blake over and over again.

Blake! You all just want to ruin my life! If he doesn’t come

everyone out, even the psychologist

she even chucked the food at the walls whenever someone tried to bring her

only took half a day for the Sinclair household to turn into complete chaos–people running around, shouting, no one knowing what

her up instantly, insisting that she needed to get back ASAP and deal with

here within the hour. It’s on you to look

place, coordinating with a few Starlight

Charles, so

stood up, put her tablet away, and made her

the open crack of a door, she heard

only feel better when they’re miserable, understand?” Ian’s voice

a split second as she prepared to knock, but honestly, she wasn’t the slightest bit surprised that Ian had

Knock, knock.

twice, her tone cool and detached. “I’m heading

hurriedly hung up and turned around, the fierce edge in

now?”

“Yes.”

so he grabbed her from the

let out a muffled gasp

against the door; her hand pressed against his chest, trying to steady

you can literally tell he’s gotten way better at this,‘

difficult for you again,”

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turned her head away, feeling lan’s lips teasing along her neck. “Don’t leave any marks,” she reminded

the same spots and leaving some new, deeper hickeys, practically walking a tightrope–who knew

could risk Charles blowing up at

I promise,” Ian replied, a hint of mischief

slowly over her skin, his lashes lowering to

guessed he wanted her to head straight over to the Sinclair place, since he

tapped the answer button and shot Ian a

hold

“Babe,” Yolanda greeted him.

did Mom call you yet?”

Mom called. I’m heading over now. What’s going on with Renee?” Yolanda asked,

Renee had brought this whole mess on herself, and it was probably for the best

rough. Go check on her, but just be careful not to get hurt

“Will do,” Yolanda replied.

Ian’s hand off her waist, sending him a clear warning to

hands fit around it perfectly. She wasn’t just skinny, she had curves that could turn anyone’s head. Just a glance