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.

Know Her

a moment. Matthew’s voice halted

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apprehension and curiosity in her gaze. “Do you need something. Mr. Quigley?”

mentally, but

you have time tomorrow, come with me to the

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

still affected by Curtis? Is that

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

“All right,” she replied softly, taking a step

ascend further, another thought struck her, prompting her to pause. “Thank you

lawyer because Matthew had

mother might not

you let go of the relationship you’ve shared with

lasted for

Aurelia’s gaze darkened.

years she had squandered on a worthless man always filled her

Aurelia’s brief silence and felt a surge

regard those youthful years as wasted and move on, Aurelia said, her tone

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

right, goodnight,” Aurelia

down his book and

on his mobile

the message as

Angela

and simply switched his phone to silent mode

the floor–to- ceiling window with a

Know

gaze shifted to Matthew’s WhatsApp profile picture

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

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

that afternoon, he responded curtly: I’ll see

already asleep, or maybe he had seen her message but chose not to

bitter

of others, she failed to decipher what was

really that hand

Aurelia descended the stairs to make breakfast the next morning, she

set with

favorite croissants and a selection

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

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

by the curve of