Reborn for Revenge or A Second Chance At Vengeance

Chapter 68 Not Know Her Well Enough

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After carefully observing, Aurelia inquired, “Were you filming a fight scene? You seem quite banged up.”

Even if it was a fight scene, they’re too rough.

“Yeah, it was a brawl, a group of people fighting together. Things got a bit rough, and some of us ended up With black eyes. I got caught up in the action and lost focus for a moment, or I wouldn’t have gotten hurt at all. But don’t worry, I’ll survive. Let’s head home; I’m famished,” Charlie replied, his tone breezy, as if brushing off the incident.

Xavier’s expression darkened slightly.

Glancing at Aurelia, who still wore a concerned expression, he reassured her, “Charlie’s tough as nails, he’ll bounce back. Let’s go, Mom’s been waiting.”

“I can practically taste Mom’s pot roast already!” Charlie exclaimed, looking eager to dig in.

“I’m looking forward to all of Mom’s dishes,” Aurelia chimed in, a hint of anticipation in her voice.

As 1 they walked towards the parking lot, Xavier trailed behind, his gaze fixed on his younger siblings. A pang of regret washed over him, his fists involuntarily tightening.

He felt like he had let them down, failed in his duty as an older brother to protect them from harm.

Matthew arrived back at Starry Sea Mansion unusually early that day.

For hours, from just after seven until past ten, he remained seated in the living room, immersed in a book.

His recent business trip had kept him away for over a week.

If he didn’t remember the fact that he was married, the current serenity of the mansion might have convinced him he was still single.

The light in his eyes dimmed, and he glanced at the wall clock–it read half past eleven.

Did she not come back at all while I was away on my business trip?

He rubbed his temples, and the memory of Aurelia’s pale face in the hospital lingered in his mind.

It seemed she still had feelings for Curtis.

When Aurelia finally returned to Starry Sea Mansion, it was already half

past twelve.

She lost track of time while spending time with her family, chatting and sharing a meal.

Startled by Matthew’s presence, she greeted him with a hint of surprise. “Mr. Quigley, you’re back.”

She had expected him to be away for a couple more days, considering he had just met up with Angela and probably wouldn’t want to part so soon.

Matthew looked in Aurelia’s direction.

After greeting him, Aurelia headed straight upstairs without another word.

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a moment. Matthew’s voice halted

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toward him, a mix of apprehension and curiosity in her gaze. “Do you need something. Mr. Quigley?” she asked, bracing herself for a

been prepared mentally, but still,

off guard. “If you have time tomorrow, come with me to

he said, his eyes holding a depth of emotion that she couldn’t quite deciph

she still affected by Curtis? Is

a daze. It wasn’t what she had expected. He wasn’t broaching the subject of divorce; instead, he was inviting her

she replied softly, taking a step up the

she could ascend further, another thought struck her, prompting her to pause. “Thank you for

her find a lawyer because Matthew

mother might not have backed down

eyes. “Could you let go of the relationship you’ve shared

lasted for years, and life’s

Aurelia’s gaze darkened.

worthless man always filled her with regret, wishing she could curse her past self for

silence and felt a surge

those youthful years as

curled into a smile as he remarked, “It’s getting

right, goodnight,” Aurelia

minutes later, Matthew set down his book and made his way

from WhatsApp on his mobile

checked the message as

text from Angela that read: Good night, Mr.

and simply switched his phone

still didn’t get a response, she stood before the floor–to- ceiling window with a glass of red wine looking down at the city lights of

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to Matthew’s WhatsApp profile picture on her

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confirmed with him about the alumni reunion scheduled for three days later, hoping he

reunion would’ve been meaningless if he

afternoon, he responded

Perhaps he was already asleep, or maybe

uncertainty left a bitter

she could guess the thoughts of others, she failed

hand to warm up

Aurelia descended the stairs to make breakfast the next

set with

and a selection of

with two glasses of milk. “Grandma sent breakfast,”

its comforting warmth. “The milk’s temperature is just right,” she remarked, her smile

himself momentarily captivated by the curve