Honey We Are Not Getting Remarried: Get Away From Me!

Unsuspecting, Rachel stood still in her place, occasionally casting a glance around.

It wasn’t until a car with a somewhat familiar license plate pulled up in front of her that she realized something was seriously wrong.

She stared at the familiar car model, the familiar license plate number, and the familiar face that appeared. after the window was rolled down.

Rachel was stunned on the spot. It took her a while to regain her senses.

“Why is it you?”

Although he had sunglasses covering most of his face inside the car, they couldn’t conceal his arrogant expression. Who else could be so audacious but Vincent?

The mere thought that the chauffeur Elisa was referring to was him made Rachel wish she could travel back in time. She wished she could have immediately rejected Elisa and given her a piece of her mind.

Is this how she treats her good friend?

her win

no intention of getting in the car.

didn’t want to get in the car, but it had started to drizzle outside. This spot was the only one where she could wait for

with a black umbrella, intending to escort her. Helpless, Rachel could only get in the car

Rachel all the way, he really did resemble a chauffeur. The people around them couldn’t

door and even made a welcoming gesture. Helplessly, Rachel had no choice but to plop down into

door, Rachel beat him to it, slamming it shut with

door of the new Maybach was slammed hard, yet Vincent didn’t show the slightest hint of anger. Instead, he was smiling

to the driver’s seat and the car started

up. As soon as she got in the car, she

you up to? Liz, is this how you treat

have mastered the art of discarding

would have refused outright. I knew you were up to no good. I

row, but there was no response from

didn’t make a call either and simply rolled down the window for