Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

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.

us, checking Mitch’s phone before

and I knew

from Ariana’s grasp. She looked at Neil and me

still ranting. I reassured her, “Stella, it’s me. Mitch is drunk as a skunk and sprawled out on the bed, fully

did you…” Stella’s ranting stopped abruptly, replaced

Goodnight.” I hung up

tense atmosphere, Neil was smiling, his perfect crescent-shaped eyes full of

All I knew was that I wanted to

in?!” Ariana demanded, flustered yet trying

no shame?” I shot

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

“He’s lying on your bed, and you’re asking what I mean? Ariana,

Mr. Mitch had too much to drink. He was alone and vulnerable at the bar, so I brought him

safety, why didn’t you 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 is closer

looked at Neil, pleading, “Mr. Whitmore, you know my character, you should…”

her, “I don’t know.”

could tell he was not the least bit interested

her towel tighter. Suddenly, she let go of the towel, which immediately fell

actions. But after seeing her ample bosom, I had an inkling.

quite

his back, reacting faster

mind?” I was

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

heard stories too, but never

voice was cold, “I didn’t see