The Abandoned Wife

Chapter 207

Chapter 207 Despite her speedy driving,

Aubree was already sitting there waiting when she reached the café.“You’re a very busy woman, Ms. Jarvis. I have to wait such a long time just to meet you.”

The moment they met, Aubree lashed out with a sarcastic comment. Roxanne sat down opposite her. “My apologies. I was very busy this morning.

I am sorry you had to wait long, Ms. Pearson.” Even after that, she could tell that Aubree still wanted to mock her further. Roxanne was not in the mood to waste more time with her.

“Ms. Pearson, as you can tell, I am quite a busy person. If you have anything to say, just get straight to the point. I still have to rush back to work.” .

Hearing that, Aubree swallowed her words.

She couldn’t help but choke up as her expression turned cold.

“Don’t you know what I want to say? My engagement with Lucian has been public news for a very long time.

I doubt you haven’t seen it!” Roxanne had already expected she would say something along those lines.

expression did not waver. “I have seen it. I

Aubree saw how chill Roxanne’s attitude was, she couldn’t help but retort,

Lucian, how will you explain

was just as Roxanne had suspected. Disdain filled Roxanne’s heart, but

very happy to read

about how considerate Mr. Farwell is being toward his fiancée. Isn’t that exactly what you want?” Anyhow, she had no intention to step

woman in the photo was

her fists in an attempt

stared frostily at Roxanne and replied, “I don’t need those two photos to prove

the past six years, he has loved me

you, the person who married him would have been me too!” Roxanne

was telling the truth. Six years ago, Lucian himself had said that the only woman he intended to marry was Aubree. Roxanne still remembered that

and me. We missed

everyone in Horington knows about the engagement between Lucian and

about it, I hope you take better care of your reputation and stay away from

ago, you were the other

that mistake. We are both women, but I feel ashamed for you!”

time criticizing me, why don’t you use that time on Mr. Farwell?” Six years ago,