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.

didn’t stir any sympathy in him.

that Owen

he was desperate to claim every part of

every ounce of strength and pushed Owen away, retreating to the other side of the bed. Her gaze stayed sharp, her

a moment, his expression faltered, and then his gaze turned cold, as if someone had thrown a bucket of

the bed, his eyes cold as he stared at her. He lifted a hand, rubbing his temples to understand everything. He

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

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my territory–no one could take her

edge of the bed, his tall, lean figure imposing and still, his expression serious and unreadable. His dark eyes were

racing. After a long pause, she finally spoke,

slight, amused smile tugging at his lips. “I think we could be… friends with benefits,”

as she stared at him. It was hard to believe those words came from

burning with embarrassment and frustration, she snapped, “How can you

shrugged nonchalantly, his tone cool as ever. “There

thought, ‘What

inwardly, her fingers trembling in anger. “Get out!” she demanded, her voice sharp.

outburst. He casually shrugged off his suit jacket, tossed it onto the bed, and

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

moved effortlessly, heading straight to her fridge. He rifled through it, pulling out some ingredients before strolling into the

man is making himself at home, cooking in my kitchen!”

a bowl of pasta, fried an egg, and cooked

the wall, watching him with a dark expression, her gaze fixed on

a plate of pasta on the table and, noticing her presence, casually asked, “Do you want

conflicted as the delicious aroma

It smells even better than Raphael’s. Good thing I ate a lot this morning; I’m not

face cold, before turning and heading toward the bedroom. With a quiet click, she locked the door behind

went about their separate tasks for the next hour. Hailey eventually

sound of the door, he