Sweet Submission: Reclaiming Her Love

Chapter 4 Her Baby

Although her voice was faint, he heard every word she said. Elliot turned around with a frown, but Corynn had already left.

He wasn’t sure why, but her parting words made him feel uneasy. Still, he agreed with her sentiment. She really shouldn’t have got herself involved with him to begin with.

Corynn had pursued him, and on a whim, Elliot entertained her and took her to bed. He regretted it almost instantly, but her persistence eventually wore him down.

His gaze fell on the living room table. The check and the title deed were gone. Elliot breathed a sigh of relief.

When all was said and done, he didn’t want to owe Corynn anything.

He headed upstairs to take a shower. When he emerged from the bathroom, it was raining cats and dogs. Streaks of lightning would break through the sky every so often.

Elliot found himself padding over to the window and looking outside. If he wasn’t mistaken, Corynn didn’t have an umbrella with her.

Meanwhile, Corynn secured the check and the documents under her clothes, feeling utterly ridiculous despite herself.

She had acted so dignified yesterday, refusing Elliot’s offer and declaring that she wasn’t for sale. Yet here she was, desperately trying to keep those guarantees safely home.

Her tears were mixed with the rain that streamed down her face.

She couldn’t allow her foolishness and arrogance to harm her parents any more than she already had. They needed this money to weather through the crisis they were facing.

she plodded along, the rain grew heavier,

her eyes and

Lark villa was. She thought

cold. Her phone showed no available rides. If she didn’t get a driver to accept her request any time soon, she would have

almost ten o’clock.

sigh and pocketed her phone. It looked like

past her,

put two and two together. Only Elliot’s car should be traveling around this area, which meant that any other party heading for the Lark Villa would be his

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to herself. It hadn’t even been twenty–four hours since she left Lark Villa,

his fiancee in. He really

checked her phone’s battery life. It was hanging by a thread. She sighed again, thinking that her luck

out

walking under the rain. Every time lightning flashed, she would jump and shudder,

walking, but her body was nearly numb from the cold. Thankfully, the bus stop finally came in sight. She rushed to take some much–needed shelter from the

notification that a driver had accepted her request. She rubbed her arms in an attempt to keep

minutes later, she saw headlights approaching from the distance. She