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.

68 Not Know

a moment. Matthew’s voice

Finished

“Do you need

had been prepared mentally, but still, her

her off guard. “If you have time tomorrow,

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

Is that scoundrel really worth

she had expected. He wasn’t broaching the subject of

she replied softly, taking a step up

before she could ascend further, another thought struck her, prompting her to pause. “Thank you for today at the hospital,” she

probably offered to help her find a lawyer because Matthew

and his mother might not have backed down so

stared into Aurelia’s eyes. “Could you let go

he’s right. Our relationship lasted for

Aurelia’s gaze darkened.

worthless man always filled her with regret, wishing she could

brief silence and felt a surge

won’t allow such a mistake to occur again. I’ll simply regard those youthful years as wasted and move on, Aurelia said,

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

goodnight,” Aurelia

Matthew set down his book and made his way

notification sound from WhatsApp on his mobile phone

message as

a text from Angela that read:

respond and simply switched his phone to silent

before the floor–to- ceiling window with

Know Her

shifted to Matthew’s WhatsApp profile

Finished

reunion scheduled for

alumni reunion would’ve been meaningless if he didn’t

he responded curtly: I’ll

was already asleep, or maybe

uncertainty left a bitter taste

of others, she failed to decipher

hand to warm up to

breakfast the next morning, she

set with

favorite croissants and a selection of

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

comforting warmth. “The milk’s temperature

curve of her smiling