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.

am I?" Aveline seized the opportunity to

"You can call me Wanda. If you need anything, just let

all the other questions Aveline

wave of helplessness washed

here now, so why won't 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

is fine. As long as you stay here and behave, she

turning sharply toward the direction of the

was no

heard the sound of

leave! What would she do

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

forcefully pulled

struggled fiercely, but with her hands

a staircase