Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 283

My nervous demeanor seemed to trigger jealousy in Neil Whitmore. For you, even a dog is more important than me,” he remarked.

“Dogs are humans’ best friends, I replied without lifting my head, then turned to the little dog and said, ‘Don’t you think I’m right, Neilson?”

The puppy happily barked in my arms. It seemed to really like the name.

Neil had a persistently serious expression. Every time the little dog saw him, it would hide, looking scared. His presence was so overpowering that even the fiercest of dogs would fear him.

A servant approached us, saying, “Mr. Whitmore, Ms. Finch, dinner is ready”

“Neilson, let’s go have dinner,” I said as I carried the little pup to the dining room. I had initially thought about letting it join us, but then I remembered and thought, “It is still a puppy, so it should stick to milk for now.”

I placed the puppy on a nearby chair, which happened to be Neil’s usual spot.

Neil walked over, saw his usual spot occupied, and looked even more sullen. The little pup barked at him twice. He snorted coldly and took a seat elsewhere

I ate while searching online for dog care tips. Perhaps because I was unable to have children of my own anymore, I immediately treated that little pup as

my own.

Neil received a phone call, most likely from Louis Aldridge.

I listened to their conversation. It seemed like Louis was about to start working at Whitmore Co., and it was going to be a significant position.

I recalled the conspiracy theories Stella Wallace and I had discussed. What kind of person was Louis, really? I had some reservations about him, but since I didn’t know him well, there was no need to be overly concerned.

“Alright. You can come to the company to complete the formalities, Neil concluded the call with Louis and then asked me, “Why have you been staring at me?”

at Whitmore Co 7” Lasked casually

And we need to hire new employees, so

have been referring to the headquarters. That was a

competent, but the key reason he could enter Whitmore Co’s headquarters was

you have any objections?” Neil asked me.

shaking my head while continuing to eat.

of his meal and then headed upstairs. I finished my dinner slowly and handed the little

decided to take a bath that night and prepare my clothes for the next day. I wondered if Neil

and tried to push it open, only to find it dark inside. Neil wasn’t

“He might be

relief and went to take

heard Neil’s voice. He seemed

the phone, saw me coming out, looked surprised for a moment, and then said,

replied nonchalantly, sitting at the vanity to

in the evening. Whether Neil went out for entertainment or to work at the office, it was

the initiative to ask, ‘Aren’t you worried I’ll go out and

I

can still have my freedom. That sounds good,” Neil said with a

left the

at myself in the mirror, and I indeed looked better when I relaxed. The pressure on my mind had greatly reduced, affecting my appearance.

down, a bold idea crossed my

three chances to enter the password. As long as I didn’t trigger the alarm, I would be safe.

of bed, left the bedroom, and walked quietly to the study

the lock blinked with a red

into my mind, so I carefully entered