After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Aveline remained blindfolded throughout, unable to see anything, relying solely on her hearing to make sense of her surroundings. Her heart sank deeper with each passing moment; the person holding her refused to speak, leaving her clueless about who they were.

Why wouldn't they speak? Were they afraid she would recognize their voice? If that was the case, then the person must be someone she knew. But who could it be? During the entire ride, Aveline racked her brain, trying to piece together the situation.

She attempted to communicate with her captor, but he ignored her completely. Eventually, she grew tired of speaking, and the car came to a stop.

She was led out of the car and guided in a specific direction.

The ground beneath her feet was smooth at first, but then she began to feel the uneven texture of bricks underfoot.

She grew more puzzled-where was she?

After some time, someone suddenly gripped her wrist.

"Miss Aveline, I'll be responsible for looking after you from now on," the person said. The voice belonged to a middle-aged woman, who sounded gentle and calm.

Where am I?" Aveline seized the opportunity

"You can call me Wanda. If

all the other

of helplessness washed

anyone talk to me? Weren't you supposed to let me see Annie once I arrived? Where is she?" Aveline shouted angrily, her frustration boiling over. Wanda remained silent. After a moment, an

fine. As long as you stay here and behave, she won't be

Aveline snapped, turning sharply toward the direction of

was

she heard the sound of footsteps moving away-the person was

What would she do if

in the direction of the fading footsteps, but with her eyes blindfolded, she couldn't

forcefully

me! Let go!" Aveline struggled fiercely, but

staircase and entered a