To Be Yours Again by Taylor

Chapter 70 That’s Right-I Did It

On their way back to the city, Max squinted at Jenny and whispered, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” she answered. After a slight pause, she emerged from her daze and added, “Thanks.”

He shook his head, smiling. “You don’t have to thank me. I did nothing.”

“I’m glad that you came to save me. That itself speaks volumes.” She didn’t mind the fact that he hadn’t done anything to help. It was decided-she owed Max a favor.

As for Alec… Her expression changed at the thought of him. Since Faye was his woman, her actions implicated him too.

*Should I send you back to Perry Residence?” Max could tell she was in a bad mood, but he refrained from asking questions. After all, he was happy enough to see Alec upset. He could figure out the reason behind the grudge later.

nodded without another word. She was thinking

pale face. She panicked after she

if Dr. Walter found out about my involvement?” Faye thought. Jenny didn’t have concrete evidence, and the phone card was not registered under anyone’s name. The ATM card which Faye used for the transfer was untraceable abroad. Even if Jenny complained to Alec, no one would believe her. Faye’s fear dissipated after she rationalized the situation. She stood up and left

living room, she saw someone walking

him, but her expression froze when she saw the grave look on his face. He scrutinized the woman with an icy glare as though she was a stranger.

when Anthony entrusted a young Faye to his care. Faye was around twelve years old and loved following him around and

under his gaze. Riddled with anxiety, she

he asked

ignorance even though she sensed that his question had something to

more disappointed when Faye played innocent. “Why

Vincent. The color drained from her face. “Alec, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I never left my room the entire day. Did someone gossip about me in front of you? You have to trust me! I’m not what they made me out to be,” she explained to him, confident that Jenny had no evidence. She thought no one could hold her accountable as long as she adamantly denied her

crushed. “You’re not what they made you out to be? Perhaps,