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.

checking Mitch’s phone before answering the

Mr. Mitch is asleep…” Ariana began, and

grasp. She looked at Neil and me in disbelief, seemingly unable to

“Stella, it’s me. Mitch is drunk as a skunk and sprawled out on the bed, fully dressed. It doesn’t look like anything has happened. Don’t worry, I’ll handle things

Stella’s ranting stopped

I hung up and handed the phone to Neil.

his perfect crescent-shaped

sure why he was laughing. All I knew was

get in?!” Ariana demanded, flustered yet

you no shame?” I shot back

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

you’re asking what

smile, “I’m not playing games. I saw Mr. Mitch had too much to drink. He was alone and vulnerable at the

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 to his

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

interrupted her, “I don’t

could tell he was not the least bit interested

paled, clutching her towel tighter. Suddenly, she let go of the towel, which

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

quite a sight.

turned his back, reacting faster than I

your mind?” I was speechless

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

heard stories too, but

“I didn’t see anything. I’m not interested