Rebirth Reclaiming Her Self

Chapter 466 I Like To Stare at Him

At Florence’s inquiry, Angela shifted her gaze to the bodyguard and James, contemplating the unfolding scene. Catching Angela’s glance, the bodyguard promptly announced, “Time to go. Escort him out.”

Recalling her earlier instruction, Angela realized the time had elapsed as the bodyguard led James away. “Release him,” she instructed calmly.

Following her directive, the bodyguard freed James. Momentarily released, James stood still, his disbelief evident as he locked eyes with Angela, who seemed distant.

Sensing the tension, Angela averted her gaze, stating, “I won’t see you off.” James‘ expression betrayed a mix of emotions, understanding that lingering would serve no purpose. He departed hastily, disappearing into the elevator.

As James left, Angela turned to Florence, extending an invitation, “I’m heading home. Would you like to join me, Miss Shelton?” Florence, however, ignored the offer and posed a question instead, “Did you hit your brother?”

Angela refuted the accusation calmly, “He’s not my brother, and I didn’t hit him.” Florence persisted. “If you hit him, just admit it. Why deny it?” Angela carefully studied Florence’s expression and noticed a hint of excitement, unable to decipher her intentions.

Unable to comprehend, she decided to walk towards the elevator. “Let’s go, Miss Shelton.” Florence shook her head. “You go your way. I’ll stay here and keep an eye on Jonathan.” Angela started to feel irritated. Anyone would feel uncomfortable having their spouse stared at like this.

out there,” Angela remarked calmly, noting Florence’s brazen behavior. Despite her seeming irrationality, Florence’s directness contrasted sharply with the underhanded tactics typical of the Kins Family, particularly Fanny, who

defiant stare didn’t waver. “I simply enjoy his company, whether he’s taken or not. What’s it to you?” Florence defiantly stared at Angela. She was confident that

and found Jonathan in her line of sight, his unwavering attention fixed on Angela, who met his gaze with a mix of intrigue and affection. The connection between them

deliberate in its warmth, as she sought to showcase their bond

Florence’s presence, strode purposefully towards Angela, disregarding

contain her frustration. “Jonathan, after all this effort to find you, and you don’t even acknowledge me?” she protested. Jonathan spared her a fleeting glance, a hint of sarcasm in

as they stepped into the elevator, sharing a brief embrace before the doors slid open once more. With Oliver and the bodyguard in tow, they filled the confined

her ire now directed towards Oliver and the entourage. Angela’s voice, gentle yet firm, intervened, “Miss

hung in the air, met with Angela’s serene smile. Angela’s smile carried a hint of innocence as she remarked, “Isn’t it

attempt to halt the elevator’s descent, only to

stealing glances at Florence’s escalating frustration, finding a strange

warm glow of contentment wash

her well–being, Jonathan’s gentle voice broke through the tension, “Are you okay?” Angela shook her head with a reassuring smile. “I’m fine.”

Angela felt shielded from any harm, especially when confronted by individuals like James and Florence. Jonathan’s smile echoed her

harmonious and tense. Florence’s futile attempts to break free from the bodyguard’s grasp only added to the tension, a silent

elevator descended, her arm was finally released, and she raised her hand as if to strike someone.