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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voice halted Aurelia’s

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

prepared mentally, but still, her heart

guard. “If you have time tomorrow,

depth of emotion that she

by Curtis? Is that scoundrel

He wasn’t broaching the subject of divorce; instead, he

right,” she replied softly,

prompting her to pause. “Thank you for today at the hospital,” she added

her find a lawyer because Matthew had instructed him to

their assistance, Curtis and his mother might not have backed down so

into Aurelia’s eyes. “Could you let go of the

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

Aurelia’s gaze darkened.

years she had squandered on a worthless man always filled her with regret, wishing she

Aurelia’s brief silence and felt a surge

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

smile as he

goodnight,” Aurelia

Matthew set down his book and made

sound from WhatsApp on his mobile phone

checked the message

from Angela that read: Good

didn’t respond and simply switched his phone

get a response, she stood before the floor–to- ceiling window with a

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shifted to Matthew’s WhatsApp profile picture on her

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

reunion would’ve been meaningless if

he responded

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

bitter taste in

of others, she failed to decipher what

it really that hand to warm up to

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

set with

favorite croissants and a selection of

two glasses of milk. “Grandma

comforting warmth. “The milk’s temperature is just right,” she remarked, her smile

by the curve of her smiling eyes. “You’re