Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 1094 I Regret It

Paul couldn't listen any longer.

"Let's call it a night. I'm leaving. Let Raymond sleep here; he probably hasn't rested in days," he said.

Alex stood up as well, but Victor stayed behind, pointing to the nearby sofa. "I'll stay here. I'm worried he might have stomach pains tonight."

Alex and Paul both nodded and left together.

When they reached the roadside, Paul lit a cigarette, and Alex asked. "What does this have to do with Christopher? Why did he say that nonsense just now?" Paul looked down and lit his cigarette, speaking in a calm tone, "Wait until he sobers up, then you can ask him yourself."

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Since when did you become so good at keeping secrets?"

Paul, in a bad mood, ignored Alex and got into the car.

Alex stood there for a while, then suddenly sighed.

Just then, Alex's phone rang. Seeing the number, he frowned, feeling annoyed. Why did this woman have so many issues? Ann was working overtime until 2 AM when she received a call from the man.

She stiffened; it was the special ringtone she had set for him. Whenever it rang, it meant she had to go to that place.

She quickly packed her things, organized the files needed for the next day, and then drove over.

very late, and there

less than twenty minutes, she was standing outside the

to go to hotels, which were more

he had set the address to this

usually stay in. Instead, it seemed more like a cozy

she mocked herself. In his heart, she

steadied herself, and pushed open the door in front of

He seemed to

be precise, he always seemed to be in a bad

put down her briefcase and went to the bathroom to take

came out, she stood nervously in front of

so she stood

pressed her onto the sofa without

to protest, so she endured it

learned a pattern: the more tense she was, the more it hurt. So she had to

feeling of nausea was gone. Now she just hoped it would end

particularly interested, he could

was pale, and she started thinking about the files she

as if he wanted to

he asked, his tone

a little afraid