Reborn for Revenge or A Second Chance At Vengeance

Chapter 187 You Are Overthinking It

In the

past couple of days, Aaron had been quite upset due to Luna and felt hesitant at the mere thought of going to the hospital.

Seeing Aurelia take off on a carefree vacation, combined with Melanie’s words, he felt that Aurelia was being excessively unreasonable.

Thus, he immediately sent her a private message on Twitter.

He wanted her to return as soon as possible, claiming that she was being extremely unfilial and that she would suffer divine retribution if she continued to neglect her dutics.

After sending the message, the two didn’t wait for a response. Aurelia was surely sleeping at this hour and wouldn’t check her phone.

The two of them slept soundly for half an hour.

Then, Spencer returned home.

Upon entering the house and ascending the stairs, he abruptly halted as he passed by Aaron’s

TOOM.

Haven’t Aaron and Melanie already come home?

Why is his door left open?

He yawned, struggling to keep his eyes open. Sleeping in the hospital was far from restful. He was supposed to head to the film set after dawn, but the director suddenly told him not to come and that there were no scenes left for him. Even though this TV series wasn’t that big of a deal to him, the fact that they just dismissed him like this left him unsettled. How was he supposed to face his friends in the industry from now on?

How would he explain this to his fans?

Hence, he felt the need to find out about everything. There was also the call he had just received from his agent, mentioning that they were replacing him in the ad shoot that was originally scheduled for the next few days. It seemed as though he was running out of work lately.

Thinking back on it now, everything was a complete mess.

As he pondered over this matter, he found himself inexplicably entering Aaron’s room. Seeing the big bed empty and the quilt neatly spread over it, he snapped back to reality.

Did Aaron not come home?

Still, he didn’t dwell on it much longer. Aaron had a demanding job and could’ve possibly been working overtime.

The night sky was pitch black.

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Chapter 187 You Are Overthinking it

Nancy lay in bed, unable to sleep.

She had been trying to sleep since half pas

only to be plagued

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tossed and

it was already four in the

light and grabbed her phone,

or messages, she would have heard them. Unfortunately, the phone remained quiet all

clinging onto

a single

genuinely so busy that

began scrolling through her Instagram. Coincidentally, the first post she saw was by the renowned actor, Ambrose, sharing that he had

managed to gain access to the man’s private

account.

could see his circle

had assumed that he would not allow her to view his private social media updates. Unexpectedly, the famous actor had

gave

continued to scroll

state of mind was

restless, which was why she found herself aimlessly

notification popped up. She checked it excitedly, thinking it was from Justin. To her surprise, it

Just woke up?

moment, Nancy thought she was hallucinating. She

Ambrose: Insomnia?

Nancy: Indeed!

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on

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mood was heavy now. After some hesitation, she replied: Yes, I’m troubled by some stuff. But all my

text on Instagram and chuckled. She really was a girl who could find happiness in the smallest things.

Ambrose: Sweet dreams.

be filled with you, Mr.

into

next to him, his manager, Harlan, heard him laugh. “What’s so funny?” he

was being amusing,” Ambrose replied with a

“You’d better not have any other ideas. You can’t exploit your status as a movie star and toy with your fans‘ bodies and emotions. Do you have any idea how many celebrities have fallen because of this? If you have needs, get

focused on his career in the past. But now that he had reached the pinnacle of his career, it

a man himself, Harlan

speechless. “She’s

involved with a married woman?” Harlan taken aback. “So, you’ll either do nothing or go all

worked tirelessly for an entire day and night, the sudden fright had completely wiped away

car window to gaze at the early morning streets. There were hardly any cars around, and an unusual feeling of

If you don’t answer me, I won’t be

spoke up. “You’re overthinking

a keen insight unique to his profession.

inexplicably pick up on some clues.

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