Reborn for Revenge or A Second Chance At Vengeance

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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 Aurelia’s tracks.

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

prepared mentally, but still, her

“If you have time tomorrow,

a depth of emotion that she couldn’t quite deciph the

Is that scoundrel really worth her

It wasn’t what she had expected. He wasn’t broaching the subject of divorce; instead, he

nodded. “All right,” she replied softly, taking a step up the

could ascend further, another thought struck her, prompting her to

to help her find a lawyer because Matthew had instructed him to do

assistance, Curtis and his mother might not have

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

lasted for years, and life’s

Aurelia’s gaze darkened.

worthless man always filled her with regret, wishing

and felt a surge

those youthful years as wasted and move on, Aurelia

lips curled into a smile as he remarked, “It’s getting late. You

goodnight,” Aurelia

Matthew set down his book and made his way

sound from WhatsApp on his mobile phone broke

the message as he

a text from Angela that

and simply switched his phone to silent

ceiling window with a

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

alumni reunion would’ve been meaningless if he

that afternoon, he responded curtly: I’ll

did not reply to her goodnight message. Perhaps he was already asleep,

uncertainty left a bitter taste

she

really that hand to warm

the next

set with

and a selection

glasses of milk. “Grandma sent breakfast,” he informed

a glass from him, noting its comforting warmth. “The

himself momentarily captivated by the curve of her smiling eyes. “You’re welcome,”