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 Aurelia’s tracks.

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gaze. “Do you need something. Mr. Quigley?” she asked, bracing

had been prepared mentally, but still, her heart

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

of emotion that she

Curtis? Is that

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

she replied softly, taking a step up the

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

a lawyer because Matthew had instructed

Curtis and his mother might not have backed

let go of the

right. Our relationship lasted for years, and life’s

Aurelia’s gaze darkened.

filled her with

noticed Aurelia’s brief silence and felt a

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

a smile

goodnight,”

later, Matthew set down

on his mobile phone

the message

was a text from Angela that read: Good night,

switched his

she stood before the floor–to- ceiling window with a glass of red

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gaze shifted to Matthew’s WhatsApp profile picture on

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

would’ve been meaningless if he didn’t

responded

message. Perhaps he was already asleep, or maybe he had seen

bitter taste in

of others, she failed to decipher what was on

it really that hand to warm up to

stairs to make breakfast the next morning, she found the table

set with

favorite croissants and a

of milk.

glass from him, noting its comforting warmth. “The milk’s temperature is

himself momentarily captivated by the curve of