Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 295

Chapter 295:

This time, Daniela let out a genuine laugh, her smile dripping with sarcasm.

“Do you really have to keep acting like this? Alexander, I’ve completely lost patience with your nonsense.”

A sudden, sharp pain jabbed at Alexander’s chest. He stared at Daniela’s emotionless face, desperately searching for any sign of feeling.

“Daniela, do you have any idea why I came after you?” Her face stayed composed, her eyes empty of any emotion, as if she were staring at someone utterly foolish—or maybe even a lunatic.

The look she gave him hit a nerve, and Alexander felt his emotions begin to unravel. His voice rose with frustration as he pointed to the stairs.

“Katrina’s in surgery, Joyce is falling apart, and your father is still fighting for his life.

today, Katrina will never let this go. Joyce may be a fool, but Katrina isn’t. She’s calculating, and you’re too emotional. How do you think you stand a chance against her? And your father doesn’t even care about you. Why return to a place where you’re not wanted?

thought Alexander might still possess some intelligence. But the moment she heard his last sentence, a wave of disgust washed over her. Without saying a word, she turned, opened the

his frustration building as he slapped the

afraid I’ll marry Joyce and you’re trying to stop it? Are you worried someone else will take me from you? Is that

lost in stories

time thinking about it upstairs, and this was the only explanation that seemed to fit. Why else would Daniela choose to move back? Nothing else made sense. Joyce’s earlier words echoed

for you. That’s

was certain he’d figured it all out. That was why he

to tell Daniela that there was no reason for her to risk herself on his behalf. If she still wanted him, he would gladly marry

else could she possibly

there in the parking lot and yelled after her, “Daniela, if you have a change of heart, come find me! I’ll give you a

in the driver’s seat, with Cedric beside her in the passenger seat. He had

realization—Alexander’s mindset was no different from Joyce’s.

Her lips were pursed, and a faint trace of anger

a brief pause, he nervously