No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

“I won’t give it to you no matter what. I will bring the heirloom with me even if I die. I will cremate the heirloom with me and take it to Mother again. Stop your wishful thinking. You didn’t believe her and drove her out of the house when she was alive. Don’t blame her for being mean to you because you deserve her desertion. For too long, I have seen her weeping alone in the dark. But you? Hah…” Rachel gave him a cold sneer and flayed him with a menacing glance.

‘Bam!’

An abrupt and loud sound caught Rachel off guard and flustered her.

She furrowed, “Forget about it. Let’s not meet or have dinner with each other again. I do not have the appetite. I’m sure you don’t either.”

Rachel was getting flurried with pesky hunger and stomach discomfort, yet she refused to stay and eat with this sc*mbag. She might puke eating with this man!

Perhaps her stomach discomfort was rage induced. She was determined to stay away from men! Especially sc*mbags!

Vincent gave her a stern look and stood on his feet, “You stay. I’ll go.”

finishing speaking, Vincent promptly strutted out

word but looked at him furrowed, wondering if it was a

he was gone. Then, the waiter served the food, and she

told that Vincent had already

gesture surprised Rachel. After their heated argument, she didn’t think he would

wanted to show that he was the

bothered. After all, he was wealthy and privileged. She walked out of the

was watching her from his car until she left in a

puffed out a smoke ring. Then, he browsed through the latest news on

upon three tabloid

love triangle, commiseration for Will, and

turned from

but gloat at Gareth’s

he gave Gareth a