Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 211

“Sorry, didn’t mean to crash your party. Just need a few words with Mr. Whitmore,” I shot Scarlett an apologetic look before speaking.

Scarlett snorted. She was lounging on the sofa, not bothering to hide her eye-catching figure

Neil adjusted his tie nonchalantly Tm kind of tied up right now. Give me a ring if you need something

“Your phone’s been switched off all afternoon!” I frowned. “It won’t take much of your time. Just some business stuff to discuss.”

Neil flopped back onto the sofa, lighting a cigarette. “If memory serves, our companies stopped doing business soon after our divorce. What’s there to talk about?”

Scarlett suddenly sat up, giving me a wide eyed store. “So, you’re his ex-wife? I knew you looked familiar.”

Two years had passed, and many had forgotten about me.

“Ms. Mitchell, I need a word with him. Can we have a moment?” I asked politely.

Scarlett glanced at Neil, then back at me, and resumed her lounging position “Go ahead, chat here. I’m beat; I’m going to get some sleep. Dont worry, I wont eavesdrop”

Clearly, she didn’t think much of me.

It seemed an ex-wife didn’t warrant any courtesy

Neil stayed silent, puffing away and giving me ambiguous glances.

Scarlett suddenly stretched her legs onto Neil’s lap. I’m so tired. Mr. Whitmore, can you give me a massage?”

Neil glanced at her slim legs. He tossed his cigarette into the ashtray and began massaging her legs.

a shame if you werent my boyfriend, Scarlett giggled her laughter as light

felt invisible, completely

walked out, but thinking about my

ties with us. Maybe we could

force to be reckoned with If Neil decided to hit

minutes of your time, I tried to keep my cool, speaking as gertly

said he s busy! What’s your deal? You’re his ex wife, why are you still clinging on?” Scarlett snapped at me. Tve heard you chased Neil for five years before you guys tied the knot.

suddenly stopped,

said this. It’s about

to talk. Can’t you tell?”

Scarlett was too self-assured

slightest bit of affection for her. I’ve met

kept looking at Neil, hoping he’d change his mind. No need

spoke again, his

hear that? He’s asking you to leave, Scarlett

brushed her legs off, his tone cold. I

froze on Scarlett’s face “You’re serious? You want me

Get out of the Whitmore

facing an impatient Neil, she didn’t dare to throw a tantrum. She couldn’t afford to offend

Scarlett huffed, hastily putting on her

intentionally bumped into me on her way out, nearly knocking

rushed over to steady me. I quickly stepped back

of concern to one of coldness, and his

talk about? Spit it out.” He sat back down, crossing

we’d

every minute expression on Neil’s face. There was no warmth

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“Nope,” Neil responded quickly

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