The Forgotten Girl Is Back For Revenge

Chapter 152

Chapter 152

The atmosphere grew thick with tension.

Hailey gave a quiet hum, her voice steady but cold. “I don’t like you anymore.”

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As soon as the words left her mouth, the line went dead. Hailey glanced at her phone, realizing the call had ended abruptly.

She sank back onto the sofa, letting out a weary sigh. Her gaze shifted to the two meals in front of her. With a resigned frown, she decided to turn her frustration into appetite, finishing both orders in one sitting.

A knock echoed through the room after tossing the empty containers into the trash.

Hailey rose and went to the door, only to find a man standing there, his eyes cold as ice, his lips pressed tightly together. There was a hint of red at the corners of his eyes.

The man’s gaze locked onto hers, and in the split second she hesitated, he was already inside, pulling her tightly into his

arms.

“Owen,” she murmured, her hand instinctively pushing against his chest as she frowned. “What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you? I don’t like you anymore.”

He remained silent, his expression clouded with anger and frustration.

Without a word, he swept her in his arms, carrying her straight to the bedroom.

Hailey’s heart skipped a beat as panic set in. She looked at his handsome profile, her hands pushing against him in a flurry. “Calm down, Owen!”

But Owen didn’t respond. Having ruled the business world for years, he was a man used to control, and the patience and gentleness he had once shown Hailey had worn thin.

Now, hearing her declare she no longer liked him, it was something he couldn’t accept.

His dominant nature flared up instantly, and he knew he had to make her understand. Owen thought, ‘Whether she or not, she would always be mine.‘

With a stoic expression, he reached out, gripping her chin firmly. His voice was ice cold. “I’m perfectly calm.”

Hailey bit her lip, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

her vulnerable, helpless appearance didn’t stir any sympathy in

now that Owen was completely

lowered his head and kissed her roughly, as though he was desperate to claim

the other side of the bed. Her gaze stayed sharp, her chest rising and falling

faltered, and then his gaze turned cold, as if someone had thrown a

cold as he stared at her. He lifted a hand, rubbing his temples to understand everything. He thought, ‘How did things end

losing their memory? We used to be so sweet and in love, but now, she’s so col

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to keep her by my side. Hallon City is my territory–no one could take her from me. But that’s not what I want. I want mutual love, two hearts in sync, not just my

his expression serious and unreadable. His dark

him, her thoughts racing. After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice steady but firm. “We can be friends, or even

her words, Owen lifted his gaze to her, a slight, amused smile tugging at

eyes widened in disbelief, her face flushing as she stared at him. It was hard to believe those words came from Owen,

with embarrassment and frustration, she snapped, “How

cool as ever. “There are worse things. Want

‘What a joke!‘

anger. “Get out!” she demanded, her voice sharp.

off his suit jacket, tossed it

momentarily bewildered by his actions. Barefoot, she climbed out of bed and followed

He rifled through it, pulling out some ingredients before strolling into the kitchen as if he belonged there.

thought, “This arrogant man is making himself

pasta, fried an egg,

wall, watching him with a dark expression,

the table and, noticing her presence, casually asked, “Do you want

at him, her expression conflicted as the delicious aroma of the meal filled the

did he cook this pasta? It smells even better than Raphael’s. Good thing I ate a lot this morning; I’m

face cold, before turning and heading toward the

separate tasks for the next hour. Hailey eventually emerged

the living room. Hearing the sound of the door, he glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “Going out?”