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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Matthew’s voice halted Aurelia’s

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apprehension and curiosity in her gaze. “Do you need something. Mr. Quigley?” she asked, bracing herself for a potentially difficult conversation

mentally, but

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

depth of emotion that she couldn’t

still affected by Curtis? Is that

she had expected. He wasn’t broaching the subject

she replied softly,

struck her, prompting her to pause. “Thank

find a lawyer because Matthew had instructed him to do

Curtis and his mother might not have backed down so

“Could you let go of the relationship you’ve shared with him for

Our relationship lasted for years, and life’s already too

Aurelia’s gaze darkened.

on a worthless man always filled her with regret, wishing she could curse her past

brief silence and

to occur again. I’ll simply regard those youthful years as wasted and

smile as he remarked, “It’s getting late. You should

right, goodnight,”

minutes later, Matthew set down

notification sound from WhatsApp on his mobile phone

checked the message as

Angela that read: Good night,

simply switched his phone to

waited for twenty minutes, and when she still didn’t get a response, she stood before the floor–to- ceiling window with a glass

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shifted to Matthew’s WhatsApp profile

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about the alumni reunion scheduled for three days later, hoping he would be able to

been meaningless if

responded curtly:

not reply to her goodnight message. Perhaps he was already asleep, or maybe he had seen

uncertainty left a bitter taste in

the thoughts of others, she failed to

that hand to warm up to

breakfast the next

set with

and a selection of

milk.

from him, noting its comforting warmth. “The milk’s temperature is just right,” she remarked,

captivated by the curve