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.

criticized was his refusal to

the web page, no longer

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

by Ethan Foster, and I hadn’t

occasionally. Barbara Sands was pregnant, her belly showing, and her face filled

time of my period,

got checked at the hospital,

mommy!” Barbara suddenly patted her belly during our chat, pretending

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

another child, but I can’t seem to

the hospital

all these years and is about to return. The doctor’s infertility treatment is excellent. I’ll give it a

and I asked myself in

and I quietly noted that. Even if I left Neil in the future, deep down, I still

my head. The hope that had faded seemed to flicker

for later. I needed to sort out

blocked. My mom, who had been worrying about my dad, wanted to see him as soon

worried, I

never really wronged, even when there were conflicts at home. But

your dad is doing inside.” She’d occasionally say, her eyes filled with worry and

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