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.

Not Know Her Well

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

had been prepared mentally, but

guard. “If you have

said, his eyes holding a depth of emotion that

still affected by Curtis? Is

broaching the subject of divorce; instead, he was inviting her

replied softly, taking a step up

thought struck her, prompting her to pause. “Thank you

offered to help her find a lawyer because

his mother might not have

go of the relationship you’ve shared with him for

Our relationship lasted for

Aurelia’s gaze darkened.

always filled her with regret, wishing she could

brief silence and felt a surge of

those youthful years as wasted and move on, Aurelia

instantly improved. His lips curled into a smile

right, goodnight,”

few minutes later, Matthew set down his

WhatsApp on

checked the message as he

Angela that read: Good night,

simply switched his phone

response, she stood before the floor–to- ceiling window with a glass of red wine looking down at the city lights

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Matthew’s WhatsApp profile picture

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day, she had confirmed with him about the alumni reunion scheduled for three days later, hoping he would be able

reunion would’ve been meaningless if he

that afternoon, he responded

her goodnight message. Perhaps he was already asleep, or

left a bitter taste

she could guess the thoughts of others, she failed to decipher

really that hand to warm up to

breakfast the next morning, she found the table

set with

favorite croissants and

glasses of milk. “Grandma sent breakfast,” he

noting its comforting warmth. “The milk’s temperature

the curve