No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

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

her puffing up in annoyance and showing no intention

Rachel 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 the bus without getting wet. Unbeknownst to her, a crowd had gathered, all urging

to escort her. Helpless, Rachel could only

escorted Rachel all the way, he really did resemble a chauffeur. The people around them couldn’t help but wonder which wealthy family Rachel was from and why her driver

the front passenger 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

slightest hint of anger. Instead, he was smiling with a face full of indulgence..

after, he returned to the driver’s seat and the car

she didn’t even look up. As soon as she got in the car, she buried her head in her phone. bombarding

to? Liz, is this how you

discarding someone after exploiting their usefulness,

you had told me earlier, I would have refused outright. I knew you

but there

call either and simply rolled down the window for some fresh air sullenly.