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.

It’d be a shame if you werent my boyfriend, Scarlett giggled her laughter

invisible, completely

should ve walked out, but thinking about my mom’s hardship, I

could convince Neil, maybe Dominic wouldn’t cut ties with us. Maybe we could resolve

force to be reckoned with If Neil decided to

need is ten minutes of your time, I tried to

clinging on?” Scarlett snapped at me. Tve heard you chased Neil for five years before

suddenly stopped, his face

already said this. It’s about business,” I

didn’t want to talk. Can’t you tell?” Scarlett was peeved, and her date with Neil was

Scarlett was too self-assured

slightest bit of affection for her. I’ve met too many

hoping he’d change his mind. No

out,” Neil finally spoke again, his gaze fixed

you to leave, Scarlett

brushed her legs off, his tone cold.

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

me repeat myself. Get out of

she didn’t dare to throw a tantrum. She couldn’t afford to offend

on her coat, and stormed

me on her way

and rushed over to steady me. I quickly stepped

from one of concern to one of coldness, and

Spit it out.” He sat back down, crossing his legs, looking somewhat

we’d sat down face-to-face since our divorce

lit. I could see every minute expression on Neil’s face. There

you know SaintlyBio

“Nope,” Neil responded quickly

I