Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 441

Chapter 441

Having obtained Ariana’s present address, Neil and I drove there, following the directions from the GPS.

It was a commercial apartment complex, with easy access. Once we located Ariana’s apartment, we knocked a few times.

But there was no response, no sign of life within.

Could they not be inside? Had they checked into a hotel instead? I was resolute, if I caught them in any compromising position, I would document it and

hand it over to Stella. Mitch, as the guilty party, would stand no chance in the event of a divorce suit.

I had previously thought that if Mitch hadn’t made any substantial move, I would persuade Stella to give him another chance.

But now, my thoughts changed.

Neil dialed Mitch’s number, and I pressed my ear against the door, hearing the ringtone echo from within.

He was certainly inside!

As I pondered how to get in, Neil showed me his phone. It was a message from Gregory, who shockingly knew Ariana’s door code.

This made things easier. I punched in the numbers from the message, and the door clicked open quietly.

The apartment was a one-bedroom, one-living-room setup. The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. Ariana was probably taking a shower, which was why she hadn’t heard us knocking.

Suddenly, the water stopped, and Mitch’s phone rang simultaneously.

Wrapped in a towel, Ariana emerged from the bathroom. She didn’t glance towards the door but went straight to the bed where Mitch lay, snoring like a log.

was turned away from us, checking Mitch’s phone before

Mr. Mitch is asleep…” Ariana began, and I

at Neil and me

a skunk and sprawled out on

ranting stopped

up and handed the phone to Neil. “Hold

his perfect crescent-shaped eyes full of amusement.

was laughing. All I knew was that I wanted to tear

demanded, flustered yet

I shot

eyes darting around but avoiding my gaze. “I don’t understand what you mean. This is my apartment,

asking what

too much to drink. He

take him home? You’ve been to his house for dinner, don’t tell me you don’t know where he lives. And the bar

at a loss for words. She looked at Neil, pleading, “Mr. Whitmore, you know my

interrupted her, “I

he was not the

the towel,

couldn’t fathom her actions. But after seeing her ample bosom, I had

quite a sight.

turned his back, reacting faster than

your mind?” I was speechless at Ariana’s

is inappropriate, then now that Mr. Whitmore has seen my body, doesn’t that

about catching cheaters, heard stories too, but never had I

voice was cold, “I didn’t see anything. I’m not interested

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