Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 340

Neil Whitmore gave my waist a gentle squeeze, just the right amount of pressure to make my heart flutter.

He sighed, “I really wish I could put on this mature, steady front for you, but it’s just pointless. I kept it up for ten years and ended up divorced from you. I don’t want to make the same mistake again.”

“Cheer up. I remember you used to get all jittery with just a light touch from me.” Old memories of endless pursuits and painful times started flooding back.

A flicker of helplessness flashed through Neil’s eyes before he laughed, “Are you holding a grudge? It’s alright, you can get back at me whenever you want. Deal?”

Without waiting for my answer, he already had his hand behind my head, pulling me into a forced kiss. The taste of tobacco filled my mouth.

In just a few minutes, I felt my heart start to waver. Catching my response, Neil easily lifted me up and carried me into the living room.

Seeing the couch, I felt my knees get weak, sensing it was going to be a long night..

Hannah Morse was used to me coming home early. She simply smiled and greeted me, not asking anything more. I was a tad guilty but seeing her so chill made me relax.

That night, whatever I had planned for PR was pretty much done. Chloe Reynolds’ parents were under massive pressure, but I was just a bystander with no extra sympathy for them as they had brought that upon themselves.

On the other hand, Russel Dawson wasn’t affected much. He had a good reputation, and many believed his heart truly belonged to me, with his engagement to Chloe being forced.

Chloe killed herself, mainly because she felt unloved. As long as there was no evidence proving that Russel directly provoked Chloe, he was off the h ook.

that could be criticized was his refusal to talk her down the first time she threatened

closed the web page, no longer

found some issues. The company seemed to have many partners but was more like a shell company, with many of its operations being

Ethan Foster, and I

belly showing, and her face filled

was the time of my period, and the disappointment in

even got checked at the hospital, but everything was normal. In that case,

patted her belly during our chat,

joyfully chimed in, “I bet it’s a boy. Girls are

said, “I want another child, but I can’t seem to get pregnant again.

of solution? Going to the hospital for treatment?”

these years and is about to return. The doctor’s infertility treatment is excellent. I’ll give it a shot when she’s back.” Stella answered confidently,

thought crossed my mind and I asked myself in

them were chatting happily, and I quietly noted that. Even if I

echoed in my head. The hope that had faded seemed

needed to sort

pressure, it was difficult to see my dad. All contacts were deliberately blocked. My mom, who had been worrying about my dad, wanted to see

her worried,

really wronged, even when there were conflicts

is doing inside.” She’d occasionally say, her

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