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.

remarked calmly, noting Florence’s brazen behavior.

whether he’s taken or not. What’s it to you?” Florence defiantly stared at Angela. She

A deep voice interrupted, ending the standoff between the two. Florence pivoted and found Jonathan in her line of sight, his

in its warmth, as she sought to showcase their bond before Florence.

her eyes sparkling with amusement. Jonathan, unfazed by Florence’s presence, strode purposefully towards Angela, disregarding Florence entirely,

Jonathan spared her a fleeting glance, a hint of sarcasm in his response. However, he

his arm around Angela’s waist 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 space, leaving Florence stranded outside, obstructed by the imposing figures of the

entourage. Angela’s voice, gentle yet firm, intervened, “Miss Shelton, the elevator is at capacity. You’ll have to wait for the

Angela’s serene smile. Angela’s smile carried a hint

saying, “Yes, indeed. It’s full.” Undeterred, Florence made another attempt to halt the elevator’s descent, only to have her arm firmly grasped by another vigilant bodyguard. With a smooth motion, the doors closed, sealing

Angela couldn’t resist stealing glances at Florence’s escalating

Jonathan’s playful cooperation, Angela felt a warm glow of contentment wash over her as she reflected on their shared moment.

her well–being, Jonathan’s gentle voice broke through the tension, “Are you okay?” Angela shook her head

felt shielded from any harm, especially when confronted by individuals

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

her arm was finally released, and she raised her hand as if to strike