Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 8

“Oscar’s leg injury will definitely leave scars. The extra compensation is his due. You guys keep

chatting, f’ve got stuff to deal with Saying this, I turned and left

The honeymoon period for the young couple was running out, probably only half a month left. In half a

month, Neil would make his move, and Bonnie would be his target Oscar would lose his chance to chat

and laugh with Bonnie so freely

Thinking about it, Neil really pis sed me off.

After leaving the hospital, I told Bailey to go back to Sterling Estates, the mansion where Neil and I

lived

I bought some supplements and they were there. I planned to take them home and use them daily, with

my mom’s cooking skills, I could definitely gain some weight

The supplements were still in the living room, untouched. I had no idea whether Neil came home last

night or the result of his conversation with Fiona

“Why didn’t you get off the car yesterday?” As I was about to leave with the supplements, Neil

appeared at the top of the stairs. He was looking down at me with an unhappy look. Why was he still

home? He usually came back every three months.

Neil was dressed in pure black homewear, simple to the extreme, but his face and figure made it

extremely attractive.

“I’ve never interfered with your rumored lovers before. Don’t want to start now,” I replied calmly.

“Is that so? All of them lost their opportunities in the film and television industry one by one, negative

news all over the place, was that a coincidence? Nell looked at me expressionlessly.

So, he knew what I did, but he never stopped me, because those women were just his playthings. But

Bonnie was different. I just wanted to see her and have a chat, and Nell was like a raging lion, about to

tear me to pieces.

I admitted, “You gave them lots of money and resources, which are technically our shared property. I

just took a little back in another way. That’s normal.”

“Why didn’t you ask Fiona for it face to face last night? I gave her a set of apartments, half of which are

yours.” Neil walked down the stairs and stood in front of me. Much taller than me, he was so

intimidating.

Had Neil gone mad? I frowned. Why was he talking about these boring things now? In a year at most,

he would propose a divorce and plan to give me a large amount of property. Why should I care about a

set of apartments?

“I’ve accepted it, she’s not the first and won’t be the last. I can’t get rid of everyone.” I rushed to finish

my sentence and left. I should have asked Bailey to get the supplements.

As I walked out the door, I felt Neil’s icy gaze disappear. I put the bottles of pills in the back seat and

told Bailey to leave.

When I got home, I gave these bottles to the housemaid. My mom was cooking, which was one of her

hobbies. My dad’s car was back. When he saw me at home, he handed me his phone, “What the hell is

this?”

When I saw the news, [“Hot actress” Fiona denied any romance with the president of Whitmore Co.

after being seen entering a hotel together.]

If these two really had any improper relationship, it should not be called a romance, but an illicit

relationship.

the phone back to my father and comforted him, “Dad, these are all fake, you know Neil is a

businessman, and sometimes he has to socialize.”

My father arily said, “You’re still defending him!”

I was not defending Neil, I just didn’t want my father’s health to be affected by his anger. I moved my

arm and said, “Then you go teach him a lesson!” I rolled up my

and daughter together, give him a complete change!”

sleeves.

was

seriou

at first, but he laughed when I joked. “You are always joking?”

I hugged my father’s arm and explained to him, “Dad, don’t be angry, think about how much Whitmore

Co. has contributed to our city, and you’ll be happy.”

My father changed his attitude, “You have a point, not long ago Neil donated new tracks to several

schools. He is really caring for the community and giving back to society.”

I agreed

him.

As we were talking, my mom had prepared dinner, all my favorite dishes. Mothers were the best. The

lunch was warm and cozy, but my dad had to go back to work, so I only had the afternoon with my

mom.

A few of my mom’s friends came over to play cards. Four women sat at a table, chatting and playing

cards. I lay on the sofa and read the news about Neil and Fiona. Fiona explained that she and Neil

were just friends. Because Neil was planning to invest in a drama for her to be the female lead, they

met often, mainly to discuss filming. It seemed Neil had invested some capital again. He was indeed

very generous in this respect, which was also the simplest and most effective way to keep a mistress.

I fell asleep on the sofa unconsciously, until my friend Stella called me, I woke up. Looking at the time,

it was probably time to go to the bar again.

Stella shouted happily on the phone, “Come and drink, there are hot guys!”

I asked, “How hot?”

Stella exaggeratedly described, “Very hot, hurry over, Alicia is already here, Barbara is attending a

performance in another city, so she can’t come.”

Ever since they found out I was divorcing Neil, my friends had been taking turns inviting me out, either

for dinner, karaoke, or shopping, always keeping me busy. I knew they were afraid that I may have

seemed calm on the surface, but was actually very hurt inside, so they wanted to distract me. I did

need this kind of help, otherwise I couldn’t help thinking about the past.

I said, “I’ll change and be right there.” I hung up the phone, Stella had already sent me the address.

Half an hour later, I left the house full of energy, ready for the night life. Stella had been to almost every

bar in the city. She knew where the good drinks and hot guys were. I had to admit, the guys Stella

brought this time were very attractive, a bit like some celebrities.

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“Ugh!” I felt a little drunk and suddenly wanted to throw up.

Man, it was a total bummer. Seeing a bunch of handsome dudes, I couldn’t help but compare them to

Neil in my mind. I didn’t interact with anyone else, and just kept knocking back drinks.

Neil, either in looks or persona, was a cut above the rest.

“Excuse me, I need to hit the ladies’ room,” I got up and headed towards the bathroom. One of the

handsome guys quickly followed and reached out to steady me. I didn’t resist, relishing the gentle and

considerate care.

Once in the bathroom, I totally threw up. After rinsing my mouth and splashing some water on my face,

I came out to find the handsome guy still waiting for me. He asked “Can we exchange numbers?”

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“What’s the point of exchanging numbers?” I feigned ignorance.

“So we can stay in touch,” he answered straightforwardly, “And if you ever feel lonely, you can reach

out to me anytime.”